pull all alongside. You turned us out, sir; we didn't go out of ourselves.
At least, if all they say is true, which I can't be sure of, you know, in
this world."

"You are quite right there though," I answered. "And in doing so, the
Church had the worst of it--as all that judge and punish their neighbours
have. But you have been the worse for it, too: all of which is to be laid
to the charge of the Church. For there is not one clergyman I know--mind, I
say, that I know--who would have made such a cruel speech to a boy as that
the Methodist parson made to you."

"But it did me good, sir?"

"Are you sure of that? I am not. Are you sure, first of all, it did
not make you proud? Are you sure it has not made you work beyond your
strength--I don't mean your strength of arm, for clearly that is all that
could be wished, but of your chest, your lungs? Is there not some danger of
your leaving someone who is dependent on you too soon unprovided for? Is
there not some danger of your having worked as if God were a hard master?
--of your having worked fiercely, indignantly, as if he wronged you by not
caring for you, not understanding you?"

He returned me no answer, but hammered momently on his anvil. Whether he
felt what I meant, or was offended at my remark, I could not then tell. I
thought it best to conclude the interview with business.

"I have a delicate little job that wants nice handling, and I fancy you are
just the man to do it to my mind," I said.

"What is it, sir?" he asked, in a friendly manner enough.