Roberts was ready to respond to this question.
"Why, at church, principally, I fancy. He is very regular in his
attendance at morning service, and the South End Mission absorbs his
afternoons. I suppose he goes to church in the evening; but since we
have been giving our attention to that evening mission I have not seen
him."
"Ah, but, Evan, I mean the rest of the time; those little bits of
Sabbath time that are sacred to home. The twilight, for instance, or for
an hour in the morning. Do you know what sort of a place he has for
those times?"
Nearly three more lines added to the paper; then Mr. Roberts raised his
head:--
"No, my dear, I don't. Now that you bring me face to face with the
question, it seems a surprising thing to say that I should not know where
a young man who has been for more than a year in our employ spends
his choice bits of time, but I don't."
"Then I want to tell you something about it. He has a dingy,
fourth-story back room; small, I fancy, from the way in which he spoke
of it, and not a speck of fire over! In such weather as this, how can a
young man read his Bible, or even pray, under such circumstances?"
Mr. Roberts laid down his pen and sat erect, regarding his wife with a
thoughtful, far-away air.
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