It's growing old now; and when it dies, he'll starve.' 'Well--the world has no right to blame him for not doing his duty, till it has done its own by him a little better.' 'But the world will, sir, because it hates its duty, and cries all day long, like Cain, "Am I my brother's keeper ?"' 'Do you think it knows its duty?
I have found it easy enough to see that something is diseased, Tregarva; but to find the medicine first, and to administer it afterwards, is a very different matter.' 'Well--I suppose the world will never be mended till the day of judgment.' 'In plain English, not mended till it is destroyed.

Hopeful for the poor world! I should fancy, if I believed that, that the devil in the old history--which you believe--had had the best of it with a vengeance, when he brought sin into the world, and ruined it.

I dare not believe that.

How dare you, who say that God sent His Son into the world to defeat the devil ?' Tregarva was silent a while.
'Learning and the Gospel together ought to do something, sir, towards mending it.

One would think so.