Deep down within him he was questioning whether it was possible always to live under such impulse of fealty to Heaven as had befallen him under the exciting influence of Cameron's expectation, whether the power of such an hour to sift the good from the evil, the important from the unimportant in life, could in any wise be retained.

But he would have been a wholly different man from what he was had he thought this concisely, or said it aloud.
All that he did was to express superficial curiosity concerning the sentiments of others, and to express it inanely enough.
"Do you think," he said, "that all those poor people--my brother's housekeeper, for instance--do you think they really thought--really expected--" "I think--" she said.

(She came back to the fence and clasped her hands upon it in her interest.) "Don't you think, Mr.Trenholme, that a person who is always seeking the Divine Presence, lives in it and has power to make other people know that it is near?
But then, you see, these others fancy they must model their seeking upon the poor vagaries of their teacher.

We are certain that the treasure is found, but--we mix up things so, things are really so mixed, that we suppose we must shape our ideas upon the earthen vessel that holds it.

I don't know whether I have said what I mean, or if you understand--" she stopped.
She was complaining that people will not distinguish between the essence of the heaven-sent message and the accident of form in which it comes.