"Yes, yes, no doubt, no doubt!" eagerly assented Father Nicholas, who seemed afraid of a _fracas_. "Curs!" said Father Warner, contemptuously. "They all belong to their father the Devil, and to him let them go. I would not give a farthing for a Jew's soul in the market." Belasez's eyes were like stars. "Brother," said Father Bruno, so gravely that it was almost sadly, "our Master was not of your way of thinking. He bade His apostles to begin at Jerusalem when they preached the good tidings of His kingdom. Have we done it?" Master Aristoteles' "Ah!" might mean anything, as the hearer chose to take it. "Of course they did so. The Church was first at Jerusalem, before Saint Peter transferred it to Rome," snapped Father Warner. "Pardon me, my brother. I did not ask, Did they do so? I said, Have we done so?" explained Bruno. "How could we?" responded Father Nicholas in a perplexed tone. "I never came across any of the evil race--holy Mary be my guard!--and if I had done, I should have crossed over the road, lest they should cast a spell on me." Belasez's smile was one of contemptuous amusement. "_Pure foy_! If I ever came across one, I should spit in his face!" cried Warner. "Two might play at that game," was the cool observation of Bruno. "I'd have him hung on the new machine if he did!" exclaimed Warner. The new machine was the gibbet, first set up in England in this year. "Brethren," said Bruno, "we are verily guilty, one and all. For weeks this winter, and I hear also last summer, there has been in this house a maiden of the Hebrew race, who has never learned the faith of Christ the Lord, has probably never heard His name except in blasphemy. Which of us four of His servants shall answer to God for that child's soul?" Margaret expected Belasez's eyes to flash, and her lip to curl in scorn. To her great surprise, the girl caught up her work and went on with it hastily. Doucebelle, watching her with deep yet concealed interest, fancied she saw tears glistening on the samite. "Really, I never--you put it so seriously, Brother Bruno!--I never looked at the matter in that way. I did not think--" and Father Nicholas came to a full stop. "You see, I have been so very busy illuminating that missal for the Lady. I really never never considered the thing so seriously." "Brother Nicholas," answered Bruno, "the Devil was serious enough when he tempted our mother Eva. And Christ was serious when He bore away your sins and mine, and nailed them to His cross. And the angels of God are serious, when they look down and see us fighting with sin in the dark and weary day. What! God is serious, and Satan is serious, and the holy angels are serious,--and can we not be serious? Will the great Judge take that answer, think you? `Lord, I was so busy illuminating and writing, that I let the maiden slip into perdition, and Thou wilt find her there.'" Belasez's head was bowed lower than before.