From such interviews as these Davie went home very miserable.  If it had not been for Mary Moir he would certainly have gone back to his old seat by Willie Caird in the Theological Hall.  But Mary had such splendid dreams of their life in London, and she looked in her hope and beauty so bewitching, that he could not bear to hint a disappointment to her.  Besides, he doubted whether she was really fit for a minister’s wife, even if he should take up the cross laid down before him—­and as for giving up Mary, he would not admit to himself that there could be a possible duty in such a contingency.

But that even his father had doubts and hesitations was proven to David by the contradictory nature of his advice and charges.  Thus on the morning he left Glasgow, and as they were riding together to the Caledonian station, the old man said, “Your uncle has given you a seat in his bank, Davie, and you’ll mak’ room for yoursel’ to lie down, I’se warrant.  But you’ll no forget that when a guid man thrives a’ should thrive i’ him; and giving for God’s sake never lessens the purse.”

“I am but one in a world full, father.  I hope I shall never forget to give according to my prosperings.”

“Tak the world as it is, my lad, and no’ as it ought to be; and never forget that money is money’s brither—­an’ you put two pennies in a purse they’ll creep thegither.

“But then Davie, I am free to say gold won’t buy everything, and though rich men hae long hands, they won’t reach to heaven.  So, though you’ll tak guid care o’ yoursel’, you will also gie to God the things that are God’s.”

“I have been brought up in the fear of God and the love of mankind, father.  It would be an ill thing for me to slink out of life and leave the world no better for my living.”

“God bless you, lad; and the L20,000 will be to the fore when it is called for, and you shall make it L60,000, and I’ll see again Ellenmount in the Lockerby’s keeping.  But you’ll walk in the ways o’ your fathers, and gie without grudging of your increase.”

David nodded rather impatiently.  He could hardly understand the struggle going on in his father’s heart—­the wish to say something that might quiet his own conscience, and yet not make David’s unnecessarily tender.  It is hard serving God and Mammon, and Andrew Lockerby was miserable and ashamed that morning in the service.

And yet he was not selfish in the matter—­that much in his favor must be admitted.  He would rather have had the fine, handsome lad he loved so dearly going in and out his own house.  He could have taken great interest in all his further studies, and very great pride in seeing him a successful “placed minister;” but there are few Scotsmen in whom pride of lineage and the good of the family does not strike deeper than individual pleasure.  Andrew really believed that David’s first duty was to the house of Lockerby.