He ceased. Miss Carmichael was intellectually cowed, but her heart was nowise touched. She had never had that longing after closest relation with God which sends us feeling after the father. But now, taking courage under the overshadowing wing of the divine, Arctura spoke.
"I do hope what you say is true, Mr. Grant!" she said with a longing sigh.
"Oh yes, hope! we all hope! But it is the word we have to do with!" said Miss Carmichael.
"I have given you the truth of this word!" said Donal.
But as if she heard neither of them, Arctura went on, "If it were but true!" she moaned. "It would set right everything on the face of the earth!"
"You mean far more than that, my lady!" said Donal. "You mean everything in the human heart, which will to all eternity keep moaning and crying out for the Father of it, until it is one with its one relation!"
He lifted his bonnet, and would have passed on.
"One word, Mr. Grant," said Miss Carmichael. "--No man holding such doctrines could with honesty become a clergyman of the church of Scotland."
"Very likely," replied Donal, "Good afternoon."
"Thank you, Mr. Grant!" said Arctura. "I hope you are right."
When he was gone, the ladies resumed their walk in silence. At length Miss Carmichael spoke.
"Well, I must say, of all the conceited young men I have had the misfortune to meet, your Mr. Grant bears the palm! Such self-assurance! such presumption! such forwardness!"
"Are you certain, Sophia," rejoined Arctura, "that it is self-assurance, and not conviction that gives him his courage?"
"He is a teacher of lies! He goes dead against all that good men say and believe! The thing is as clear as daylight: he is altogether wrong!"
"What if God be sending fresh light into the minds of his people?"
"The old light is good enough for me!"
"But it may not be good enough for God! What if Mr. Grant should be his messenger to you and me!"
"A likely thing! A raw student from the hills of Daurside!"
"I cherish a profound hope that he may be in the right. Much good, you know, did come out of Galilee! Every place and every person is despised by somebody!"
"Arctura! He has infected you with his frightful irreverence!"
"If he be a messenger of Jesus Christ," said Arctura, quietly, "he has had from you the reception he would expect, for the disciple must be as his master."
Miss Carmichael stood still abruptly. Her face was in a flame, but her words came cold and hard.
"I am sorry," she said, "our friendship should come to so harsh a conclusion, lady Arctura; but it is time it should end when you speak so to one who has been doing her best for so long to enlighten you! If this be the first result of your new gospel--well! Remember who said, 'If an angel from heaven preach any other gospel to you than I have preached, let him be accursed!"
She turned back.
"Oh, Sophia, do not leave me so!" cried Arctura.
But she was already yards away, her skirt making a small whirlwind that went after her through the withered leaves. Arctura burst into tears, and sat down at the foot of one of the great beeches. Miss Carmichael never looked behind her. She met Donal again, for he too had turned: he uncovered, but she took no heed. She had done with him! Her poor Arctura.
Donal was walking gently on, thinking, with closed book, when the wind bore to his ear a low sob from Arctura. He looked up, and saw her: she sat weeping like one rejected. He could not pass or turn and leave her thus! She heard his steps in the withered leaves, glanced up, dropped her head for a moment, then rose with a feeble attempt at a smile. Donal understood the smile: she would not have him troubled because of what had taken place!
