triumphantly, and went very peacefully to sleep with my act of faith
accomplished.

I slept not only through that night, but for all my nights since then.
So far as any fear of Divine injustice goes, I sleep soundly, and
shall, I know, to the end of things. That declaration was an epoch in my
spiritual life.

II

But I didn't expect to have the whole meeting on Sunday turned on to me.

It was. It all comes back to me, that convergence of attention, even the
faint leathery smell of its atmosphere returns, and the coarse feel of
my aunt's black dress beside me in contact with my hand. I see again
the old Welsh milkman "wrestling" with me, they all wrestled with me, by
prayer or exhortation. And I was holding out stoutly, though convinced
now by the contagion of their universal conviction that by doing so I
was certainly and hopelessly damned. I felt that they were right, that
God was probably like them, and that on the whole it didn't matter.
And to simplify the business thoroughly I had declared I didn't believe
anything at all. They confuted me by texts from Scripture which I now
perceive was an illegitimate method of reply. When I got home, still
impenitent and eternally lost and secretly very lonely and miserable and
alarmed, Uncle Nicodemus docked my Sunday pudding.

One person only spoke to me like a human being on that day of wrath, and
that was the younger Frapp. He came up to me in the afternoon while I
was confined upstairs with a Bible and my own thoughts.