"Well, Doctor Danvers, it seems you think it your duty to speak to me,
of course, respecting my conduct and my spiritual state. I shall save you
the pain and trouble of opening the subject; I shall state the case for
you in two words," said Marston, almost fiercely. "I have put away my
wife without just cause, and am living in sin with another woman. Come,
what have you to say on this theme? Speak out. Deal with me as roughly as
you will, I will hear it, and answer you again."

"Alas, Mr. Marston! And do not these things trouble you?" exclaimed Dr.
Danvers, earnestly. "Do they not weigh heavy upon your conscience? Ah,
sir, do you not remember that, slowly and surely, you are drawing towards
the hour of death, and the Day of Judgment?"

"The hour or death! Yes, I know it is coming, and I await it with
indifference. But, for the Day of Judgment, with its books and trumpets!
My dear doctor, pray don't expect to frighten me with that."

Marston spoke with an angry scorn, which had the effect of interrupting
the conversation for some moments.

They rode on, side by side, for a long time, without speaking. At length,
however, Marston unexpectedly broke the silence--

"Doctor Danvers," said he, "you asked me some time ago if I feared the
hour of death, and the Day of Judgment. I answered you truly, I do not
fear them; nay death, I think, I could meet with a happier and a quieter
heart than any other chance that can befall me; but there are other
fears; fears that do trouble me much."

Doctor Danvers looked inquiringly at him; but neither spoke for a time.