But for all they have done for me, I might as well have never heard
of them."
"Don't be quite sure of that, Mr. Wingfold. At least, they have
brought you to inquire if there be anything in them."
"Mr. Polwarth," returned Wingfold abruptly, "I cannot even prove
there is a God!"
"But the church of England exists for the sake of teaching
Christianity, not proving that there is a God."
"What is Christianity, then?"
"God in Christ, and Christ in man."
"What is the use of that if there be no God?"
"None whatever."
"Mr. Polwarth, can you prove there is a God?"
"No."
"Then if you don't believe there is a God--I don't know what is to
become of me," said the curate, in a tone of deep disappointment,
and rose to go.
"Mr. Wingfold," said the little man, with a smile and a deep breath
as of delight at the thought that was moving in him, "I know him in
my heart, and he is all in all to me. You did not ask whether I
believed in him, but whether I could prove that there was a God. As
well ask a fly, which has not yet crawled about the world, if he can
prove that it is round!"
"Pardon me, and have patience with me," said Wingfold, resuming his
seat.
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