But, if you are my father, I should be glad to know--in fact, I think I'm entitled to know--why you've taken thirty years to reveal yourself, and why"-- a sudden fury swept him--"why you've come now to play hell with my life." "It is the will of God," said Silas Finn, in deep dejection.
Paul snapped three or four fingers.

"Bah!" he cried.

"Talk sense.

Talk facts.

Leave God out of the question for a while.