"Then you understand it, Mr. Thorold."
"No," said he, "I do not understand it; for there is this
difficulty. I do not see what in the world such an innocent
amusement as that we are talking of, can have to do with
Christian duty, one way or another. Every Christian woman that
I know comes to it, — that is young enough; and some that
aren't."
It was very hard to explain.
"Suppose they disobey orders," I said slowly; — "that would be
another reason why I should obey them."
"Of course. But do they?"
"I should," I said. "I am not serving Christ when I am there.
I am not doing the work He has given me to do. I cannot go."
"I came down here on purpose to persuade you," he said.
It was not necessary to answer that, otherwise than by a look.
"And you are unpersuadable," he said; "unmanageable, of
course, by me; strong as a giant, and gentle as a snowflake.
But the snowflake melts; and you — you will go up to the hotel
as good a crystal as when you came down."
This made me laugh, and we had a good laugh together, holding
each other's hand.
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