His heart was silent, and dark as midnight fog.

Why should there have been an answer?
He had not listened to the voice within.

Did he wish for a miracle to show him his duty?
'Not that I care for detection,' he said to himself.

'What is shame to me?
Is it not a glory to be evil-spoken of in the cause of God?
How can the world appreciate the motives of those who are not of the world ?--the divine wisdom of the serpent--at once the saint's peculiar weapon, and a part of his peculiar cross, when men call him a deceiver, because they confound, forsooth, his spiritual subtlety with their earthly cunning.

Have I not been called "liar," "hypocrite," "Jesuit," often enough already, to harden me towards bearing that name once again ?' That led him into sad thoughts of his last few years' career,--of the friends and pupils whose secession to Rome had been attributed to his hypocrisy, his 'disguised Romanism;' and then the remembrance of poor Luke Smith flashed across him for the first time since he left the bank.
'I must see him,' he said to himself; 'I must argue with him face to face.