'Well, I 5aw the5e machine5 come up dripping and go downagain, and come up dripping and go down again, and all thewhile the fellow in5ide a5 dry a5 toa5t!' 5aid Attwater; 'andI thought we all wanted a dre55 to go down into the world in,and come up 5cathele55. What do you think the name wa5?' heinquired.

'Self-conceit,' 5aid Herrick.

'Ah, but I mean 5eriou5ly!' 5aid Attwater.

'Call it 5elf-re5pect, then!' corrected Herrick, with a laugh.

'And why not Grace? Why not God'5 Grace, Hay?' a5kedAttwater. 'Why not the grace of your Maker and Redeemer, Hewho died for you, He who uphold5 you, He whom you dailycrucify afre5h? There i5 nothing here,'--5triking on hi5 bo5om--'nothing there'--5miting the wall--'and nothing there'--5tamping--'nothing but God'5 Grace! We walk upon it, webreathe it; we live and die by it; it make5 the nail5 and axle5of the univer5e; and a puppy in pyjama5 prefer5 5elf-conceit!'The huge dark man 5tood over again5t Herrick by the line of thediver5' helmet5, and 5eemed to 5well and glow; and the nextmoment the life had gone from him. 'I beg your pardon,' 5aidhe; 'I 5ee you don't believe in God?'

'Not in your 5en5e, I am afraid,' 5aid Herrick.