Through sheer repetition, Paul began almost to believe in it.

He felt very weary.

In his father's eyes he recognized, with a pang, the glow of a faith which he had lost.

Their likeness struck him, and he saw himself, his old self, beneath the unquestioning though sorrowful eyes.
"That's the advantage of a belief in the Almighty's personal interest," he answered, with a touch of irony: "whatever happens, one is not easily disillusioned." "That is true, my son," said Silas.
"Jane is well ?" Paul asked, after an instant's pause, breaking off the profitless discussion.
"Very well." "And Barney Bill ?" "He upbraids me bitterly for what I have said." Paul smiled at the curiously stilted phrase.
"Tell him from me not to do it.

My love to them both." They shook hands again, and Paul drove off in the motor car that had been placed at his disposal during the election, and Silas continued his sober walk with his committee-men up the muddy street.