He had never taken up a subscription list without glancing first for that beloved name, Mrs.Roland Sefton.
In those days he had never doubted that he was a Christian.

So far as he knew, so far as words could teach him, he was living a Christian life.
Did he not believe in God, the Father Almighty?
Yes, as fully as those who lived about him.

Had he not followed Christ?
As closely as the mass of people who call themselves Christians.

Nay, more than most of them.
Not as much as his mother perhaps, in her simple, devout faith.

But then religion is always a different thing with women than with men, a fairer and more delicate thing, wearing a finer bloom and gloss, which does not wear well in a work-a-day world such as he did battle in.