Was he not now conferring with one of the generals of the army of Antichrist?
Ought he not to turn his back upon him, and walk into the house?
But a surge of concern for the frank young fellow who sat so strong and alive upon the great horse, broke over his heart, and he looked up at him pitifully.
Faber mistook the cause and object of his evident emotion.
"Come now, Mr.Drake, be frank with me," he said.

"You are out of health; let me know what is the matter.

Though I'm not religious, I'm not a humbug, and only speak the truth when I say I should be glad to serve you.

A man must be neighborly, or what is there left of him?
Even you will allow that our duty to our neighbor is half the law, and there is some help in medicine, though I confess it is no science yet, and we are but dabblers." "But," said Mr.Drake, "I don't choose to accept the help of one who looks upon all who think with me as a set of humbugs, and regards those who deny every thing as the only honest men." "By Jove! sir, I take you for an honest man, or I should never trouble my head about you.

What I say of such as you is, that, having inherited a lot of humbug, you don't know it for such, and do the best you can with it." "If such is your opinion of me--and I have no right to complain of it in my own person--I should just like to ask you one question about another," said Mr.Drake: "Do you in your heart believe that Jesus Christ was an impostor ?" "I believe, if the story about him be true, that he was a well-meaning man, enormously self-deceived." "Your judgment seems to me enormously illogical.