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"Learn?" said Diana, a whole vista of possible new activities opening all at once before her mind's eye;--"O yes! I would like to learn--to study. What, Basil?"
"What would you like to take hold of?"
"I would like--Latin."
"Latin!" cried the minister. "That's an excellent choice. Greek too?"
"I would like to learn Greek, very much. But I suppose I must begin with one at once."
"How about modern languages?"
"You know," said Diana shyly,--"I can have no teacher but you."
"And you stand in doubt as to my qualifications? Prudent!"
"I will learn anything you like to teach me," said Diana; and her look was both very sweet and very humble; withal had something of an anxious strain in it.
"Then there's another thing; don't you want to help me?"
"How?"
"In my work."
"How can I?"
"I don't believe you know what my work is," said the minister dryly.
"Do you, now?"
"I thought I did," said Diana.
"Preaching sermons, to wit!" said the minister. "But that is only one item. My business is to work in my Master's vineyard."
"Yes, and I thought that was how you did it."
"But a man may preach many sermons, and do never a bit of work,--of the sort I mentioned."
"What is the sort, then, Basil?"
"I'll show you when we get away from the table. It is time you knew."
So, when the supper tray and Miss Collins were gone, the minister took his Bible and made Diana sit down beside him where they could both look over it.
"Your notion of a minister is, that he is a sort of machine to make sermons?"
"I never thought you were a _machine_, of any sort," said Diana gently.
"No, of course not; but you thought that was my special business, didn't you? Now look here.--'Son of man, I have made thee a watchman unto the house of Israel: therefore hear the word at my mouth and give them warning from me.'"
"A watchman"--Diana repeated.
"It is a responsible post, too, for see over here,--'If the watchman see the sword come, and blow not the trumpet, and the people be not warned; if the sword come, and take any person from among them, he is taken away in his iniquity; _but his blood will I require at the watchman's hand_.'"
"Do you mean, Basil"--
"Yes, I mean all that. You can understand now what was in Paul's mind, and what a great word it was, when he said to the Ephesian elders, 'I take you to record this day, that I am pure from the blood of all men.'
He had done his whole duty in that place!"
"I never felt that old Mr. Hardenburgh warned us against anything,"
Diana remarked.
"Did I?"
"You began to make me uncomfortable almost as soon as you came."
"That's good," said the minister quietly. "Now see these words, Diana,--'Go ye into all the world, and tell the good news to everybody.'"
"'Preach the gospel'"--said Diana.
"That is simply, telling the good news."
"Is it?"
"Certainly."
"But, Basil, it never seemed so."
"There was a reason for that. 'As cold waters to a thirsty soul, so is good news from a far country.' You were not thirsty, that is all."
"Basil," said Diana, almost tremulously, "I think I am now."
"Well," said her husband tenderly, "you know who could say, and did say, 'If any man thirst, let him come unto ME and drink.' 'I am the bread of life; he that cometh to me shall never hunger, and he that believeth on me shall never thirst.'"
That bringing together of need and supply, while yet Need does not see how it is to stretch out its hand to take the supply--how sharp and how pitiful it makes the sense of longing! Diana drooped her head till it touched Basil's arm; it seemed to her that her heart would fairly break.
"But that doesn't mean"--she said, bringing out her words with hesitation and difficulty,--"that does not mean hunger of every sort?"
"Yes."
"Of earthly sorts, Basil? how can it? people's desires for so many things?"
"Is there any limit or qualification to the promise?"
"N-o; not there."
"Is there anywhere else?"
Diana was silent.