"Sir," he said, "one must be very certain, to answer that question." His voice was deep and level, like some balanced element in nature.
He waited while the man filled the cup; then he replaced it on the table.
"And, sir," he continued slowly, "I am not yet precisely certain."
He slipped a lump of sugar slowly into the cup.
"It is the Ruler of Events who knows, sir; we can only conjecture. We cannot see the truth naked before us as He does; we must grope for it from one indication to another until we find it."
"But, reason, Abner," interrupted the lawyer, bustling in his chair; "we have that, and God has nothing better!"
"Sir," replied Abner, "I cannot think of God depending on a thing so crude as reason. If one reflects upon it, I think one will immediately see that reason is a quality exclusively peculiar to the human mind. It is a thing that God could never, by any chance, require. Reason is the method by which those who do not know the truth, step by step, finally discover it."
He paused and looked out across the table at the far-off mountains.
"And so, sir, God knows who in Virginia has a red hand from this work at Eastwood Court, without assembling the evidence and laboring to determine whither these signboards point. But Randolph and I are like children with a puzzle. We
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