"I cannot tell."

"Then, wretch, confess that the devil was that friend who told you
I was here, and who came here with you. None else could
possibly know of my being here."

"Ah! how little you know of him! Would you argue that there is
neither man nor spirit endowed with so much foresight as to
deduce natural conclusions from previous actions and incidents
but the devil? Alas, brother! But why should I wonder at such
abandoned notions and principles? It was fore-ordained that you
should cherish them, and that they should be the ruin of your soul
and body, before the world was framed. Be assured of this,
however, that I had no aim of seeking you but your good!"

"Well, Robert, I will believe it. I am disposed to be hasty and
passionate: it is a fault in my nature; but I never meant, or wished
you evil; and God is my witness that I would as soon stretch out
my hand to my own life, or my father's, as to yours." At these
words, Wringhim uttered a hollow exulting laugh, put his hands
in his pockets, and withdrew a space to his accustomed distance.
George continued: "And now, once for all, I request that we may
exchange forgiveness, and that we may part and remain friends."

"Would such a thing be expedient, think you? Or consistent with
the glory of God? I doubt it."

"I can think of nothing that would be more so. Is it not consistent
with every precept of the Gospel? Come, brother, say that our
reconciliation is complete."