'Father and mother,' he said, 'I have been looking at two opposite goals. On one side there is--what people usually strive for--honour, pleasure, a high place in the world's regard. If I seek that, I know what I have to do. I suppose it is what you want me to do. I should distinguish myself, if I can; climb the heights of greatness; make myself a name, and a place, and then live there, as much above the rest of the world as I can, and enjoying all the advantages of my position. That is about what I thought I would do when I went to Oxford. It is a career bounded by this world, and ended when one quits it. You ask why it is impossible to do this and the other thing too? Just look at it. If I become a servant of Christ, I give up seeking earthly honour; I do not live for my own pleasure; I apply all I have, of talents or means or influence, to doing the will of a Master whose kingdom is not of this world, and whose ways are not liked by the world. I see very plainly what His commands are, and they bid one be unlike the world and separate from it. Do you see the impossibility I spoke of?' 'But, my dear,' said Mrs. Dallas eagerly, 'you exaggerate things.' 'Which things, mother?' 'It is not necessary for you to be unlike the world; that is extravagance.' Pitt rose, went to the table, where a large family Bible and Book of Common Prayer lay, and fetched the Bible to the breakfast-table. During which procedure Mr. Dallas shoved his chair round again, to gain his former position, and Mrs. Dallas passed her hand over her eyes once or twice, with her a gesture of extreme disturbance. Pitt brought his book, opened it on the table before him, and after a little turning of the leaves stopped and read the following: '"If ye were of the world, the world would love his own; but because ye are not of the world, but I have chosen you out of the world, therefore the world hateth you."' 'Yes, _at that time_,' said Mrs. Dallas eagerly,--'at that time. Then the heathen made great opposition. All that is past now.' 'Was it only the heathen, mother?' 'Well, the Jews, of course. They were as bad.' 'Why were they? Just for this reason, that they loved the praise of men more than the praise of God. They chose this world. But the apostle James,--here it is,--he wrote: '"Whosoever will be a friend of the world, is the enemy of God."' 'Wouldn't you then be a friend of the world, Pitt?' his mother asked reprovingly. 'I should say,' Mr. Dallas remarked with an amused, indifferent tone,--'I should say that Pitt had been attending a conventicle; only at Oxford that is hardly possible.' The young man made no answer to either speaker; he remained with his head bent down over the Bible, and a face almost stern in its gravity. Mrs. Dallas presently repeated her question. 'Pitt, would you not be a friend to the world?'