My friend agreed to this, and seemed somewhat relieved in his mind.

On our arrival, Mr. —­ received us courteously, and asked after the family—­indeed, about everything he could think of but the work.

My friend, after a little pause, said, “Have you not heard of the revival?”

“Revival!” he said, calmly.  “What is that?”

“The special services in my church.”

“What services?”

This evidently was enough.  He went out of the room to try and hurry the luncheon.  My friend looked very thoughtful, and said nothing, but was clearly beginning to suspect that the judgment I had formed was not far wrong.

In course of the luncheon I told my story, but not without being interrupted over and over again by the host’s attentions, and importunities to “take more vegetables.”  “Have you any salt? ....  Will you take some bread? ....  Will you not take a glass of wine?” It was quite evident he wished the story at an end.

My friend said, “That is one of your parishioners he is talking about.”

“I suspected so,” he replied.  “All I can say is, that if Mr. Haslam had only known that man as long as I have, he would never speak of him as he does.  This is not the first profession he has made.  He has been reformed and changed several times before this, and has always become worse afterwards.”

“That is just the very thing Haslam says,” said my friend—­“that some reformations are all flesh, and not the work of God; and, as such, can never stand.  I believe the man to be converted by God this time.”

“We will see—­we will see,” said our host, quietly helping himself to a glass of wine.  “For my own part, I don’t believe in these things.”

My friend and I exchanged looks.  I was silent, but he continued, “I am bound to say that I was never converted before, nor yet my wife, my daughter, or my sister.”

“What!” said the vicar, starting, “you mean your sister Mary?  Well, that is enough!  I don’t wish to hear another word about your conversions after that!  I can only say that if I were half as good as Mrs. S—–­, I should be well satisfied.”

“Well, now,” replied my friend, “do come over and see her, and hear what she has to say about it herself.”

“No, thank you,” he replied; “I have no desire to interfere in such matters.”

There the conversation stopped, leaving a wall of separation between the two clerical brothers, who had together professed to be Evangelical, and cordially hated sacramental religion.  They had also professed to believe in salvation by faith only; but for all this they never urged upon their people to perform any acts of faith—­they only expected them to receive the doctrine.  I found that such people opposed me and my work a great deal more than even High Church men.

My friend and I returned home, and he told his wife and sister the result of our visit.  They said that they were not surprised, for they had made up their minds on the subject, and were quite sure that Mr. —­ had no personal experience, though he was so intelligent about the doctrine of salvation by faith.