How does it seem to you, doctor?
That was what I wanted to ask you; do you feel sure of anything--afterwards ?" The rector could not escape the penetrating gaze of those strangely bright brown eyes.

He looked into them, and then wavered and turned away.
"Do you ?" said the lawyer.
The other put his hands up to his face a moment.
"Ah!" he answered sharply, "I don't know--I can't tell.

I--I don't know, Denner!" "No," replied Mr.Denner, with tranquil satisfaction, "I supposed not,--I supposed not.

But when a man gets where I am, it seems the one thing in the world worth being sure of." Dr.Howe sat silently holding the lawyer's hand, and Mr.Denner seemed to sink into pleasant thought.

Once he smiled, with that puzzled, happy look the rector had seen before, and then he closed his eyes contentedly as though to doze.