"Your father works for time, and I have to work against it, that's the difference. If you saw those poor souls looking up at you with hungry eyes you wouldn't know where to stop. Not but what the Devil is very keen in his temptations. He sets it before me again and again that there's more thrust on my hands by the Lord than one man can do, and he's not content with that, without raising up difficulties and hindrances on either side so as to make the work seem pretty nigh impossible at times. But in spite of all, there's a great stirring of hearts in those that hear." "John Moore told me you'd more than ever last Sunday." "Yes, there were plenty that had never been before, and perhaps they were more moved than those that have had the Gospel put before them longer. And many told me they should bring more the next time. It's the truth at work." "And your preaching, David," said Faith, a little jealously. "They say they like to listen to you, because you never want for words, and that you are the finest preacher the Wesleyans have ever had here." "It isn't that," said David, with a grave earnestness in his voice. "It never can be the instruments that do the work. I couldn't say ten words if I believed they were my own words that I was speaking. There's nothing in it, but that I tell them what the Gospel says to them, without letting man's devices come in between us." "I don't know," said Faith, shaking her head incredulously; "I think it's the way you put it mostly that pleases them. There's old Mary Potter wanting to hear you, but she can never get in all the way to Underham. And grandfather's that angry when he hears them talk of a chapel in Thorpe!"