"Oh! Jock, you don't know what it
is to find you like this. I came with so much to ask and talk of to
you."
Jock looked up inquiringly.
"You were right to suppress that paper of mine," continued Bobus, "I
wouldn't have written it now. I have seen better what a people are
without Christianity, be the code what it may, and the civilisation,
it can't produce such women as my mother, no, nor such men as you,
Jockey, my boy," he muttered much lower.
"Are you coming back, dear old man?" said Jock, with eyes fixed on
him.
"I don't know. Tell me one thing, old man: I always thought, when
you took to using your brains and getting up physical science, that
you must get beyond what satisfied you as a soldier. Now, have the
two, science and religion, never clashed, or have you kept them
apart?"
"They've worked in together," said Jock.
"You don't say so because you ought, and think it good for me?"
"As if I could, lying here. 'All Thy works praise Thee, O God, and
Thy saints do magnify Thee.'"
Bobus was not sure whether this were a conscious reply, or only
wandering, and his mother here came in, wakened by the murmur of
voices.
The brothers could not bear to lose sight of one another, though Jock
was too much exhausted by this conversation, and, by the sickness
that followed any endeavour to take food, to speak much again.
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