“God’s truth?” the harper repeated, with such emphasis that it was evident that the two words had drowned all the rest in his mind. “You wanted to become a proclaimer of God’s truth, and not of human truth? You talk as if God had made you the guardian of His truth and trusted the keys to it to you alone.”
“He trusted the keys to His truth not only to me, but to every one who seeks His truth with a pious soul, a pure heart, and an intelligent mind,” replied Andrew, firmly, while the harper watched him curiously.
“Where I come from they deny His existence, and you hold conversations with Him. I am really beginning to value our acquaintance; I see it will enrich me with rare knowledge. You are probably able to describe His appearance to me.”
The sneer behind which his agitation was poorly concealed did not disturb Andrew.
“First explain to me the appearance of your soul, and then I can probably explain to you His appearance.”
