visible substance," he said. "They weigh the love of God in the hearts of men. If any man love God for a selfish reason, the scales remain as now. But when a man comes who loves Him only for His own loveliness, the scales are equal. Advance now, ye brethren, from the least unto the greatest, and let your love be tested, of what sort it is!"
The monks looked doubtfully at one another.
"From the least to the greatest."
Who was least among them? No one seemed eager to take that place, and there was a pause. Then young Brother Trophimus advanced and stood before the angel.
The scales were still unequal, though the empty one looked a little nearer the other.
With flushed face, the young man made his way back. One after another, the brethren followed, each standing a moment
