Ernest thought that further
questions would look as if he doubted Pryer's word, and also that he
had gone too far to be able to recede in decency or honour. This,
however, he felt was riding out to meet trouble unnecessarily. Pryer
had been a little impatient, but he was a gentleman and an admirable
man of business, so his money would doubtless come back to him all
right some day.
Ernest comforted himself as regards this last source of anxiety, but
as regards the other, he began to feel as though, if he was to be
saved, a good Samaritan must hurry up from somewhere- he knew not
whence.
CHAPTER LVIII
NEXT day he felt stronger again. He had been listening to the
voice of the evil one on the night before, and would parley no more
with such thoughts. He had chosen his profession, and his duty was
to persevere with it. If he was unhappy it was probably because he was
not giving up all for Christ. Let him see whether he could not do more
than he was doing now, and then perhaps a light would be shed upon his
path.
It was all very well to have made the discovery that he didn't
very much like poor people, but he had got to put up with them, for it
was among them that his work must lie.
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