So much admission was forced upon him, for it was important that his father should accept his absence from the mountain that day as a sufficient reason for his not having been elected an apostle, the real reason being, not his absence from the mountain, but the fact that he chose to turn aside from Jesus and leave him to attend his father’s sick-bed.  That was the sin he was judged guilty of, an unpardonable act in Jesus’ mind, and one that discredited Joseph for ever, proving him for good and all to be unworthy to follow Jesus, which might be no more than the truth.  He could follow Jesus’ way of thinking, apprehending it remotely; but to his father, Jesus present teaching, that one must learn to hate one’s father and one’s mother, one’s wife and one’s children before one can love God, would be incomprehensible; and he would be estranged from Jesus for ever, as many of the disciples had been that morning by such ultra-idealism.  It would have been better to have withheld the miracle, he said to himself, and then he lost himself thinking how the election of the apostles had dropped from him, for it had nothing to do with the miracle, and then awakening a little from his reverie he assured himself that his father must never know, for Dan could never understand Jesus in his extravagant moods.  But if some accident should bring the knowledge to his father?  It wasn’t likely that this could happen, for who knew it?  Hardly was it known among those whom he had met that morning as he crossed the Plain of Gennesaret.  He had seen the disciples with Jesus, Jesus walking ahead with Peter and with James and John, to whom he addressed not a word, the others following him shamefacedly at a little distance.  One of his black moods is upon him, Joseph said to himself, and gliding in among the crowd he questioned the nearest to him, who happened to be Judas, who told him that Jesus didn’t know for certain if he were called to go to Jerusalem for the Feast of the Tabernacles.  The Master foresees his death in Jerusalem, but he is not sure if it be ordained for this year or the next.  Peter would dissuade him, he added, and in the midst of his wonderment Joseph heard from Judas that Jesus had elected his apostles, and now Joseph remembered how, speaking out of his heart, he uttered a little cry and said:  it was because I am a rich man that he didn’t think of me.  But Judas answered that there might be another reason, to which he replied:  there can be no other reason except the simple one—­I wasn’t there and he didn’t think of me.  But Judas murmured that there might be another reason—­he never allows a disciple to desert him, whatever reason may be for so doing.  But there was no desertion on my part.  My father’s illness!  Wait in any case, Judas had said, till the Master has fallen out of his mood, for he is in his blackest now; we dare not speak to him.  But I couldn’t believe that that could make any difference, Joseph said to himself, and he put the monkey away from him somewhat