human
This night, two years ago, Agnes, do you remember? asked Ruth, drawing her chair over to the fire.
gpt
You recollect I went to the theatre, and you refused. If Guy had died, I know I should have lost my reason. If it had only been that once, but although I suffered agony then, you know how often I have gone with him since. This came to me all the time of his sickness: 'You mislead your brother, if he is lost you are to blame;' and O, Agnes, you don't know what I suffered! But I promised God if he would only spare Guy, I would lead a new life and never enter such places again. I see my mistake now, we can never 'do evil that good may follow.'
human
And I have been thinking, Ruth, that I have been at fault, in not making direct appeals to Guy, about his soul. I thought it was better to _live_ right, so that he might see there was power in religion; but I find that one thing cannot take the place of another. There must be _talking_ and _living_, both. And I think we had better talk more about ourselves before Guy; we have shut him out too much from these things, while in everything else we have thought of him.
gpt
If he would only become a Christian, Agnes, how happy we should be. I should not have a single care then.
human
He will, Ruth, I feel it; he will be given in answer to prayer and holy living. But we must live so near to God, that we can _claim_ this at His hands.
gpt
Who could help it with such care?