"
"Or gathered in a place where the wrong colours are
displayed," I added. "I must not go there."
"There was no false banner hung out on the Academic Building
the other night," he said humorously.
But I knew my King's banner was not either. I knew, people did
not think of Him there, nor work for Him, and would have been
very much surprised to hear any one speak of Him. Say it was
innocent amusement; people did not want Him with them there;
and where He was not, I did not wish to be. But I could not
tell all this to Mr. Thorold. He was not contented, however,
without an answer.
"How was it?" he asked.
"You cannot understand me," I said, "and you may laugh at me."
"Why may I not understand you?" he said gently, with the
utmost deference of manner.
"I suppose, because you do not understand something else," I
said; "and you cannot, Mr. Thorold, until you know what the
love of Jesus is, and what it is to care for His honour and
His service more than for anything else in the world."
"But are they compromised?" he asked.
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