Inside of the Cup, the — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 655 pages of information about Inside of the Cup, the — Complete.

Inside of the Cup, the — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 655 pages of information about Inside of the Cup, the — Complete.

She turned on him.

“It is incredible,” she cried, “that persons who call themselves Christians cannot recognize their religion when they hear it preached.”

He gave back before her, visibly, in an astonishment which would have been ludicrous but for her anger.  He had never understood her—­such had been for him her greatest fascination;—­and now she was less comprehensible than ever.  The time had been when he would cheerfully have given over his hope of salvation to have been able to stir her.  He had never seen her stirred, and the sight of her even now in this condition was uncomfortably agitating.  Of all things, an heretical sermon would appear to have accomplished this miracle!

“Christianity!” he stammered.

“Yes, Christianity.”  Her voice tingled.  “I don’t pretend to know much about it, but Mr. Hodder has at least made it plain that it is something more than dead dogmas, ceremonies, and superstitions.”

He would have said something, but her one thought was to escape, to be alone.  These friends of her childhood were at that moment so distasteful as to have become hateful.  Some one laid a hand upon her arm.

“Can’t we take you home, Alison?  I don’t see your motor.”

It was Mrs. Constable.

“No, thanks—­I’m going to walk,” Alison answered, yet something in Mrs. Constable’s face, in Mrs. Constable’s voice, made her pause.  Something new, something oddly sympathetic.  Their eyes met, and Alison saw that the other woman’s were tired, almost haggard—­yet understanding.

“Mr. Hodder was right—­a thousand times right, my dear,” she said.

Alison could only stare at her, and the crimson in the bright spots of her cheeks spread over her face.  Why had Mrs. Constable supposed that she would care to hear the sermon praised?  But a second glance put her in possession of the extraordinary fact that Mrs. Constable herself was profoundly moved.

“I knew he would change,” she went on, “I have seen for some time that he was too big a man not to change.  But I had no conception that he would have such power, and such courage, as he has shown this morning.  It is not only that he dared to tell us what we were—­smaller men might have done that, and it is comparatively easy to denounce.  But he has the vision to construct, he is a seer himself—­he has really made me see what Christianity is.  And as long as I live I shall never forget those closing sentences.”

“And now?” asked Alison.  “And now what will happen?”

Mrs. Constable changed colour.  Her tact, on which she prided herself, had deserted her in a moment of unlooked-for emotion.

“Oh, I know that my father and the others will try to put him out—­but can they?” Alison asked.

It was Mrs. Constable’s turn to stare.  The head she suddenly and impulsively put forth trembled on Alison’s wrist.

“I don’t know, Alison—­I’m afraid they can.  It is too terrible to think about. . . .  And they can’t—­they won’t believe that many changes are coming, that this is but one of many signs. . .  Do come and see me.”

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