Froeken Thelma!" and Mr. Dyceworthy's voice deepened in solemnity, "there
is a way which the Lord hath whispered in mine ears,--a way that
pointeth to the white robe and the crown of glory,--a way by which you
shall possess the inner peace of the heart with bliss on earth as the
forerunner of bliss in heaven!"
She looked at him steadfastly. "And that way is--what?" she inquired.
Mr. Dyceworthy hesitated, and wished with all his heart that this girl
was not so thoroughly self-possessed. Any sign of timidity in her would
have given him an increase of hardihood. But her eyes were coldly
brilliant, and glanced him over without the smallest embarrassment. He
took refuge in his never-failing remedy, his benevolent smile--a smile
that covered a multitude of hypocrisies.
"You ask a plain question, Froeken," he said sweetly, "and I should be
loth not to give you a plain answer. That way-that glorious way of
salvation for you is--through _me_!"
And his countenance shone with smug self-satisfaction as he spoke, and
he repeated softly, "Yes, yes; that way is through me!"
She moved with a slight gesture of impatience.
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