He asked me whether I hoped to be saved; I told him I did, and asked him whether he hoped to be saved.

He told me he did not, and as he said so, he tapped with a silver tea-spoon on the rim of his glass.
I said that he seemed to take very coolly the prospect of damnation; he replied that it was of no use taking what was inevitable otherwise than coolly.

I asked him on what ground he imagined he should be lost; he replied on the ground of being predestined to be lost.

I asked him how he knew he was predestined to be lost; whereupon he asked me how I knew I was to be saved.

I told him I did not know I was to be saved, but trusted I should be so by belief in Christ, who came into the world to save sinners, and that if he believed in Christ he might be as easily saved as myself, or any other sinner who believed in Him.