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e　quite　disregarded　the　context。　　If　you　will　give　me　those　books　on　the　table；　I'll　just　show　you　how　they　have　misrepresented　him　by　hacking　out　single　sentences；　and　twisting　and　distorting　all　he　says　in　public。〃

Charles　Osmond　looked　at　the　passages　referred　to；　and　saw　that　Erica　had　not　complained　without　reason。

〃Yes；　that　is　very　unfair　shamefully　unfair；〃　he　said。　　Then；　after　a　pause；　he　added；　abruptly：　〃Erica；　are　you　good　at　languages？〃

〃I　am　very　fond　of　them；〃　she　said；　surprised　at　the　sudden　turn　he　had　given　to　the　conversation。

〃Supposing　that　Mr。　Raeburn's　speeches　and　doings　were　a　good　deal　spoken　of　in　Europe；　as　no　doubt　they　are；　and　that　a　long　time　after　his　death　one　of　his　successors　made　some　converts　to　secularism　in　Italy；　and　wrote　in　Italian　all　that　he　could　remember　of　the　life　and　words　of　his　late　teacher。　　Then　suppose　that　the　Italian　life　of　Raeburn　was　translated　into　Chinese；　and　that　hundreds　of　years　after；　a　heathen　Chinee　sat　down　to　read　it。　　His　Oriental　mind　found　it　hard　to　understand　Mr。　Raeburn's　thoroughly　Western　mind；　he　didn't　see　anything　noble　in　Mr。　Raeburn's　character；　couldn't　understand　his　mode　of　thought；　read　through　the　life；　perhaps　studied　it　after　a　fashion；　or　believed　he　did；　then　shut　it　up；　and　said　there　might　possibly　have　been　such　a　man；　but　the　proofs　were　very　weak；　and；　even　if　he　had　lived；　he　didn't　think　he　was　any　great　shakes；　though　the　people　did　make　such　a　fuss　about　him。　　Would　you　call　that　heathen　Chinee　fair？〃

Erica　could　not　help　smiling；　though　she　saw　what　he　was　driving　at。

But　Charles　Osmond　felt　much　too　keenly　to　continue　in　such　a　light　strain。　　He　was　no　weak…minded；　pleasant　conversationalist；　but　a　prophet；　who　knew　how　to　speak　hard　truths　sometimes。

〃Erica；〃　he　said；　almost　sternly；　〃you　talk　much　about　those　who　quote　your　father's　words　unfairly；　but　have　you　never　misquoted　the　words　of　Christ？　　You　deny　Him　and　disbelieve　in　Him；　yet　you　have　never　really　studied　His　life。　　You　have　read　the　New　Testament　through　a　veil　of　prejudice。　　Mind；　I　am　not　saying　one　word　in　defense　of　those　so…called　Christians　who　treat　you　unfairly　or　uncharitably；　but　I　do　say　that；　as　far　as　I　can　see；　you　are　quite　as　unfair　to　Christ　as　they　are　to　your　father。　　Of　course；　you　may　reply　that　Jesus　of　Nazareth　lived　nearly　nineteen　hundred　years　ago；　and　that　your　father　is　still　living；　that　you　have　many　difficulties　and　doubts　to　combat；　while　our　bigots　can　verify　every　fact　or　quotation　with　regard　to　Mr。　Raeburn　with　perfect　ease　and　certainty。　　That　is　true　enough。　　But　the　difficulties；　if　honestly　faced；　might　be　surmounted。　　You　don't　honestly　face　them；　you　say　to　yourself；　'I　have　gone　into　all　these　matters　carefully；　and　now　I　have　finally　made　up　my　mind；　there　is　an　end　of　the　matter！'　You　are　naturally　prejudiced　against　Christ；　every　day　your　prejudices　will　deepen　unless　you　strike　out　resolutely　for　yourself　as　a　truth…seeker；　as　one　who　insists　on　always　considering　all　sides　of　the　　question。　　At　present　you　are　absolutely　unfair；　you　will　not　take　the　trouble　to　study　the　life　of　Christ。〃

Few　people　like　to　be　told　of　their　faults。　　Erica　could　just　endure　it　from　her　father；　but　from　no　one　else。　　She　was；　besides；　too　young　yet　to　have　learned　even　the　meaning　of　the　word　humility。　　Had　Charles　Osmond　been　a　few　years　younger；　she　would　not　even　have　listened　to　him。　　As　it　was；　he　was　a　gray…haired　man；　whom　she　loved　and　revered；　he　was；　moreover；　a　guest。　　She　was　very　angry　with　him；　but　she　restrained　her　anger。

He　had　watched　her　attentively　while　he　spoke。　　She　had　at　first　only　been　surprised；　then　her　anger　had　been　kindled；　and　she　gave　him　one　swift　flash　from　eyes　which　looked　like　live　coals。　　Then　she　turned　her　face　away　from　him；　so　that　he　could　only　see　one　crimson　cheek。　　There　was　a　pause　after　he　had　said　his　say。　　Presently；　with　a　great　effort；　Erica　faced　him　once　more；　and　in　a　manner　which　would　have　been　dignified　had　it　not　been　a　trifle　too　frigid；　made　some　casual　remark　upon　a　different　subject。　　He　saw　that　to　stay　longer　was　mere　waste　of　time。

When　the　door　had　closed　behind　him；　Erica's　anger　blazed　up　once　more。　　That　he　should　have　dared　to　accuse　her　of　unfairness！　　That　he　should　have　dared　actually　to　rebuke　her！　　If　he　had　given　her　a　good　shaking　she　could　not　have　felt　more　hurt　and　ruffled。　　And　then　to　choose　this　day　of　all　others；　just　when　life　was　so　hard　to　her；　just　when　she　was　condemned　to　a　long　imprisonment。　　It　was　simply　brutal　of　him！　　If　any　one　had　told　her　that　he　would　do　such　a　thing　she　would　not　have　believed　them。　　He　had　said　nothing　of　the　sort　to　her　before；　though　they　had　known　each　other　so　long；　but；　now　that　she　was　ill　and　helpless　and　unable　to　get　away　from　him；　he　had　seen　fit　to　come　and　lecture　her。　　Well；　he　was　a　parson！　　She　might　have　known　that　sooner　or　later　the　horrid；　tyrannical；　priestly　side　of　him　would　show！　　And　yet　she　had　liked　him　so　much；　trusted　him　so　much！　　It　was　indescribably　bitter　to　think　that　he　was　no　longer　the　hero　she　had　thought　him　to　be。　　That；　after　all；　he　was　not　a　grand；　noble；　self…denying　man；　but　a　fault…finding　priest！

She　spent　the　rest　of　the　afternoon　in　alternate　wrath　and　grief。　　In　the　evening　Aunt　Jean　read　her　a　somewhat　dry　book　which　required　all　her　attention；　and；　consequently；　her　anger　cooled　for　want　of　thoughts　to　stimulate　it。　　Her　father　did　not　come　in　till　late；　but；　as　he　carried　her　upstairs　to　bed；　she　told　him　of　Charles　Osmond's　interview。

〃I　told　him　you　like　a　little　opposition；〃　was　his　reply。

〃I　don't　know　about　opposition；　but　I　didn't　like　him；　　he　showed　his　priestly　side。〃

〃I　am　sorry；〃　replied　Raeburn。　　〃For　my　part　I　genuinely　like　the　man；　he　seems　to　me　a　grand　fellow；　and　I　should　have　said　not　in　the　least　spoiled　by　his　Christianity；　for　he　is　neither　exclusive；　nor　narrow…minded；　nor　opposed　to　progress。　　Infatuated　on　one　point；　of　course；　but　a　thorough　man　in　spite　of　it。〃

Left　once　more　alone　in　her　little　attic　room；　Erica　began　to　think　over　things　more　quietly。　　So　her　father　had　told　him　that　she　liked　opposition；　and　he　had　doled　out　to　her　a　rebuke　which　was　absolutely　unanswerable！　　But　why　unanswerable？　　She　had　been　too　angry　to　reply　at　the　time。　　It　was　one　of　the　few　maxims　her　father　had　given　her；　〃When　you　are　angry　be　very　slow　to　speak。〃　　But　she　might　write　an　answer；　a　nice；　cold；　cutting　answer；　respectful；　of　course；　but　very　frigid。　　She　would　clearly　demonstrate　to　him　that　she　was　perfectly　fair；　and　that　he；　her　accuser；　was　unfair。

And　then　quite　quietly；　she　began　to　turn　over　the　accusations　in　her　mind。　　Quoting　the　words　of　Christ　without　regard　to　the　context；　twisting　their　meaning。　　Neglecting　real　study　of　Christ's　character　and　life。　　Seeing　all　through　a　veil　of　prejudice。

She　would　begin；　like　her　father；　with　a　definition　of　terms。　　What　did　he　mean　by　study？　　What　did　she　mean　by　study？　　Well　such　searching　analysis；　for　instance；　as　she　had　applied　to　the　character　of　Hamlet；　when　she　had　had　to　get　up　one　of　Shakespeare's　plays　for　her　examination。　　She　had　worked　very　hard　at　that；　had　really　taken　every　one　of　his　speeches　and　soliloquies；　and　had　tried　to　gather　his　true　character　from　them　as　well　as　from　his　actions。

At　this　point　she　wandered　away　from　the　subject　a　little　and　began　to　wonder　when　she　should　hear　the　result　of　the　examination；　and　to　hope　that　she　might　get　a　first。　　By　and　by　she　came　to　herself　with　a　sudden　and　very　uncomfortable　shock。　　If　the　sort　of　work　she　had　given　to　Hamlet　was　study；　HAD　she　ever　studied　the　character　of　Christ？

She　had　all　her　life　heard　what　her　father　had　to　say　against　Him；　and　what　a　good　many　well…meaning；　but　not　very　convincing；　people　had　to　say　for　Him。　　She　had　heard　a　few　sermons　and　several　lectures　on　various　subjects　connected　with　Christ's　religion。　　She　had　read　many　books　both　for　and　against　Him。　　She　had　read　the　New　Testament。　　But　could　she　quite　honestly　say　that　she　had　STUDIED　the　character　of　Christ？　　Had　she　not　been　predisposed　to　think　her　father　in　the　right？　　He　would　not　at　all　approve　of　that。　　Had　she　been　a　true　Freethinker？　　Had　she　not　taken　a　good　deal　to　be　truth　because　he　said　it？　　If　so；　she　was　not　a　bit　more　fair　than　the　majority　of　Christians　who　never　took　the　trouble　to　go　into　things　for　themselves；　and　study　things　from　the　point　of　view　of　an　outsider。

In　the　silence　and　darkness　of　her　little　room；　she　began　to　suspect　a　good　many　unpleasant　and　hitherto　unknown　facts　about　herself。

〃After　all；　I　do　believe　that　Mr。　Osmond　was　right；〃　she　confessed　at　length。　〃I　am　glad　to　get　back　my　belief　in　him；　but　I've　come　to　a　horrid　bit　of　lath　and　plaster　in　myself　where　I　thought　it　was　all　good　stone。〃　　She　fell　asleep　and　dreamed　of　the　heathen　Chinee；　reading　the　translation　of　the　translation　of　her　father's　words；　and　disbelieving　altogether　in　〃that　invented　demagogue；　Luke　Raeburn。〃

The　next　day　Charles　Osmond；　sitting　at　work　in　his　study；　and　feeling　more　depressed　and　hopeless　than　he　would　have　cared　to　own　even　to　himself；　was　roused　by　the　arriv