"Listen, then," he said, "to the Word of God"; and with intense solemnity he read aloud to her the wonderful verses in the one-hundred-and-thirty-ninth Psalm, between the twelfth and seventeenth, laying particular stress on the sixteenth verse, "'Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being imperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.' So then Jane, dear Jane, you see from the very, very first, when as yet no member of the child had been formed it was _written down in God's Book_ as a man or a woman yet to be.

All souls so written down, are the children of the Most High.
It was not only yourself and me you were wronging, Jane, you were sinning against the Father and lover of souls, for we are all 'the children of the most High.'" But Jane was apparently unmoved.

"I am tired," she said wearily.

"I want to go to my room." "I have other things to say to you, most important things.

Will you come here this evening after dinner ?" "No, I will not.