One day Gilderman went down to the metropolis with his father-in-law, having business in town with his manager. They started late in the afternoon, and took their dinner aboard the yacht, which they had to themselves. They sat smoking on the deck after dinner, each in a great rattan chair. The day had been very hot, and they enjoyed to the full the swift motion and the chill of the night air. It was a beautiful night, soft and mild--the sky dusted over with a myriad stars. The yacht sped forward, with a ceaseless rushing of the water alongside. The cigar-points alternately glowed and paled as they smoked. Dr. Caiaphas buttoned up his coat close to his chin. Every now and then the voice of the sailors forward broke the stillness of the night, or the clinking of dishes and tumblers sounded loud as the steward put away the glass and the china in the saloon. There was a distant light over across the dark water. It led Gilderman's thoughts to the subject which had occupied them much of late. "By-the-way," he said, "has it never occurred to you, sir, to question whether, after all, the Messiah whom the people are proclaiming over yonder is not really the Divine Truth incarnated?" "No," said Dr. Caiaphas, "it has not. And, to tell you the truth, Henry, I would a great deal rather not discuss that phase of the question." "Why not?" "Well, because it is unpleasant to me--because it is distressful to me." Gilderman was silent, and, by-and-by, Dr. Caiaphas voluntarily continued: "The Divine Word leads us to understand that God is a spirit, and they that worship Him must worship Him in spirit and in truth. It is revolting to me to even listen to the supposition that the God of Heaven could have a human son--a carpenter by trade--and that the mother should be the wife of a common carpenter." "I think I enter perfectly into your feelings," said Gilderman, after another little space of silence; "but--I don't want to force the conversation upon you, you understand, sir--but I must say that it seems to me that you think only of God's acting according to your own ideas of fitness. I do not believe that He ever acts according to man's ideas, and maybe He may not have done so in this instance. How do you know, sir, that we may not be mistaken? And, if we are mistaken, what a great wrong are we doing!" "In that case," said Dr. Caiaphas, "and, if I am mistaken, speaking for myself, I see nothing for it but to suffer for my own short-sightedness. Every man must exercise his own judgment, and if his judgment is wrong he must suffer for it. I cannot believe that this poor journeyman carpenter is the son of the Almighty God whom I worship. If I am mistaken, I must suffer for it, for I cannot change my mind. And I am so sure in my disbelief," he added, as though to close the discussion, "that I am willing to stand my chances upon it at the day of judgment, even if that day were to-morrow."