Stephanus would have thanked him, but he took Hermas by the hand, and led him out into the open air.  For some time the two men walked in silence over the clefts and boulders up the mountain side.  When they had reached a plateau, which lay on the road that led from the sea over the mountain into the oasis, he turned to the youth, and said: 

“If we always considered all the results of our actions there would be no sins committed.”

Hermas looked at him enquiringly, and Paulus went on, “If it had occurred to you to think how sorely your poor father needed sleep, you would have lain still this night.”

“I could not,” said the youth sullenly.  “And you know very well that I scourged myself hard enough.”

“That was quite right, for you deserved a flogging for a misconducted boy.”

Hermas looked defiantly at his reproving friend, the flaming color mounted to his cheek:  for he remembered the shepherdess’s words that he might go and complain to his nurse, and he cried out angrily: 

“I will not let any one speak to me so; I am no longer a child.”

“Not even your father’s?” asked Paulus, and he looked at the boy with such an astonished and enquiring air, that Hermas turned away his eyes in confusion.

“It is not right at any rate to trouble the last remnant of life of that very man who longs to live for your sake only.”

“I should have been very willing to be still, for I love my father as well as any one else.”

“You do not beat him,” replied Paulus, “you carry him bread and water, and do not drink up the wine yourself, which the Bishop sends him home from the Lord’s supper; that is something certainly, but not enough by a long way.”

“I am no saint!”

“Nor I neither,” exclaimed Paulus, “I am full of sin and weakness.  But I know what the love is which was taught us by the Saviour, and that you too may know.  He suffered on the cross for you, and for me, and for all the poor and vile.  Love is at once the easiest and the most difficult of attainments.  It requires sacrifice.  And you?  How long is it now since you last showed your father a cheerful countenance?”

“I cannot be a hypocrite.”

“Nor need you, but you must love.  Certainly it is not by what his hand does but by what his heart cheerfully offers, and by what he forces himself to give up that a man proves his love.”

“And is it no sacrifice that I waste all my youth here?” asked the boy.

Paulus stepped back from him a little way, shook his matted head, and said, “Is that it?  You are thinking of Alexandria!  Ay! no doubt life runs away much quicker there than on our solitary mountain.  You do not fancy the tawny shepherd girl, but perhaps some pretty pink and white Greek maiden down there has looked into your eyes?”

“Let me alone about the women,” answered Hermas, with genuine annoyance.  “There are other things to look at there.”