It remained to be seen whether they would be any better touched by him in his new home.
So matters stood when the first Sunday of a new month came, and Mr.
Strong again stood before his church with his Christ message.

It had been a wearing month to him.

Gradually there had been growing upon him a sense of almost isolation in his pulpit work.

He wondered if he had interpreted Christ aright.

He probed deeper and deeper into the springs of action that moved the historical Jesus, and again and again put that resplendently calm, majestic, suffering personality into his own pulpit in Milton, and then stood off, as it were, to watch what he would, in all human probability, say.