"I think so; I hope so. It does seem as if a grand simple reality
had begun to dawn upon me out of the fog--the form as of a man pure
and simple, _because_ the eternal son of the Father."

"And now, may I not ask--are you able to accept the miracles, things
in themselves so improbable?"

"If we suppose the question settled as to whether the man was what
he said, then all that remains is to ask whether the works reported
of him are consistent with what you can see of the character of the
man."

"And to you they seem--?"

"Some consistent, others not. Concerning the latter I look for more
light."

"Meantime let me ask you a question about them. What was the main
object of miracles?"

"One thing at least I have learned, Mr. Polwarth and that is, not to
answer any question of yours in a hurry," said Wingfold. "I will, if
you please, take this one home with me, and hold the light to it."

"Do," said Polwarth, "and you will find it return you the light
threefold.--One word more, ere Mr. Drew comes: do you still think of
giving up your curacy?"

"I have almost forgotten I ever thought of such a thing. Whatever