The man turned his face towards the last speaker, winking quiveringly as the bright light fell upon his eyes. "I've told you," he said, with a sudden burst of irritation--"I've told you before what the Man did to me. Why do you want to hear it again? Do you want to go and be His disciples?" "You forget yourself, my fine fellow," said Dr. Dayton, "and you forget where you are. We are the disciples of God. As for this Fellow--who is He?" The man looked impudently into Dr. Dayton's face. "Why," said he, "here is a strange thing. You do not know where this Man comes from, and yet He opened my eyes, and just because He did that you say He's a sinner. Did you ever hear of any other man opening the eyes of a man born blind? How could this Man do it if He wasn't from God?" "You were born in sin and you live in sin," said Dr. Dayton; "do you, then, mean to teach us--ministers of God?" "Come, come, Tom, that'll do," said the bishop; "don't say anything more. It doesn't do any good." Gilderman stood looking on at all this scene. It seemed to him that Dr. Dayton was very disagreeable, and he disliked him exceedingly. Just then a servant came in and whispered to Gilderman, from Mrs. Gilderman, that the carriage was waiting. "All right," said Gilderman, "tell her I'll be there immediately." He was curious to see the result of the meeting. He lingered for a few moments, but the members of the committee were talking together. Tom Kettle still stood sullenly at the head of the table. Gilderman was very curious to hear from the man's own lips just what had happened to him, but there were no more questions asked, and he did not have an opportunity to speak to him. * * * * * When Gilderman came out to the carriage with his wife the Kettles had just quitted the rectory. They were walking up the drive to the street and they did not at first know that Mr. and Mrs. Gilderman were so near. Tom Kettle was talking in a loud, violent voice, and his parents were trying in vain to silence him. "I don't care a damn," he was saying; "I don't care if they do turn me out of the Church--what do I care?" "Hush, hush, Tom!" said the mother; "don't talk so loud; they'll hear you." "I don't care if they do hear me," said he. "They ain't done nothing for me. He made me see. I know that, and they can't make me say nothing else. They may go to hell! I know what He did to me." "Hush, hush, Tom!" they could hear Mrs. Kettle saying. "There's Mr. Gilderman." "Isn't it dreadful!" said Mrs. Gilderman. She and Gilderman were standing under the _porte-cochère_. "Yes--yes; I suppose it is," said Gilderman. Then he suddenly called out: "Here, Tom; come here a minute. I want to speak to you." Although Tom Kettle had said that he did not care for any of them, he had ceased his loud, violent talking. He did not come at Gilderman's bidding. "If you want to speak to me," he said, "you can come to me--I'm not coming to you."