we two-第7章
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up； and with an irresistible smile she exclaimed； in the most childlike of voices：
〃Why； it's my umbrella man！〃 The informality of the exclamation seemed to make them at once something more than ordinary acquaintances。 They told Charles Osmond of their encounter in the afternoon； and in a very few minutes Brian； hardly knowing whether he was not in some strange dream； found himself sitting with his father and Erica in a crowded lecture hall； realizing with an intensity of joy and an intensity of pain how near he was to the queen of his heart and yet how far from her。
The meeting was quite orderly。 Though Raeburn was addressing many who disagreed with him； he had evidently got the whole and undivided attention of his audience； and indeed his gifts both as rhetorician and orator were so great that they must have been either willfully deaf or obtuse who； when under the spell of his extraordinary earnestness and eloquence； could resist listening。 Not a word was lost on Brian； every sentence which emphasized the great difference of belief between himself and his love seemed to engrave itself on his heart； no minutest detail of that evening escaped him。
He saw the tall； commanding figure of the orator； the vast sea of upturned faces below； the eager attention imprinted on all； sometimes a wave of sympathy and approval sweeping over them； resulting in a storm of applause； at times a more divided disapproval； or a shout of 〃No； no；〃 which invariably roused the speaker to a more vigorous； clear； and emphatic repetition of the questioned statement。 And； through all； he was ever conscious of the young girl at his side； who； with her head bent over her notebook； was absorbed in her work。 While the most vital questions of life were being discussed； he was yet always aware of that hand traveling rapidly to and fro； of the pages hurriedly turned； of the quick yet weary…looking change of posture。
Though not without a strong vein of sarcasm； Raeburn's speech was； on the whole； temperate； it certainly should have been met with consideration。 But； unfortunately； Mr。 Randolph was incapable of seeing any good in his opponent； his combative instincts were far stronger than his Christianity； and Brian； who had winced many times while listening to the champion of atheism； was even more keenly wounded by the champion of his own cause。 Abusive epithets abounded in his retort； at last he left the subject under discussion altogether； and launched into personalities of the most objectionable kind。 Raeburn sat with folded arms； listening with a sort of cold dignity。 He looked very different now from the genial…mannered； quiet man whom Charles Osmond had seen in his own home but an hour or two ago。 There was a peculiar look in his tawny eyes hardly to be described in words； a look which was hard； and cold； and steady。 It told of an originally sensitive nature inured to ill treatment； of a strong will which had long ago steeled itself to endure； of a character which； though absolutely refusing to yield to opposition； had grown slightly bitter； even slightly vindictive in the process。
Brian could only watch in silent pain the little figure beside him。 Once at some violent term of abuse she looked up； and glanced for a moment at the speaker； he just caught a swift； indignant flash from her bright eyes； then her head was bent lower than before over her notebook； and the carnation deepened in her cheek； while her pencil sped over the paper fast and furiously。 Presently came a sharp retort from Raeburn； ending with the perfectly warrantable accusation that Mr。 Randolph was wandering from the subject of the evening merely to indulge his personal spite。 The audience was beginning to be roused by the unfairness； and a storm might have ensued had not Mr。 Randolph unintentionally turned the whole proceedings from tragedy to farce。
Indignant at Raeburn's accusation； he sprung to his feet and began a vigorous protest。
〃Mr。 Chairman； I denounce my opponent as a liar。 His accusation is utterly false。 I deny the allegation； and I scorn the allegator 〃
He was interrupted by a shout of laughter； the whole assembly was convulsed； even Erica's anger changed to mirth。
〃Fit for 'Punch；'〃 she whispered to Brian； her face all beaming with merriment。
Raeburn； whose grave face had also relaxed into a smile； suddenly stood up； and； with a sort of dry Scotch humor； remarked：
〃My enemies have compared me to many obnoxious things； but never till tonight have I been called a crocodile。 Possibly Mr。 Randolph has been reading of the crocodiles recently dissected at Paris。 It has been discovered that they are almost brainless； and； being without reason； are probably animated by a violent instinct of destruction。 I believe； however； that the power of their 'jaw' is unsurpassed。〃
Then； amid shouts of laughter and applause； he sat down again； leaving the field to the much discomfited Mr。 Randolph。
Much harm had been done that evening to the cause of Christianity。 The sympathies of the audience could not be with the weak and unmannerly Mr。 Randolph； they were Englishmen； and were； of course； inclined to side with the man who had been unjustly dealt with； who； moreover； had really spoken to themhad touched their very hearts。
The field was practically lost when； to the surprise of all； another speaker came forward。 Erica； who knew that their side had had the best of it； felt a thrill of admiration when she saw Charles Osmond move slowly to the front of the platform。 She was very tired； but out of a sort of gratitude for his friendliness； a readiness to do him honor； she strained her energies to take down his speech verbatim。 It was not a long one； it was hardly； perhaps； to be called a speech at all； it was rather as if the man had thrown his very self into the breach made by the unhappy wrangle of the evening。
He spoke of the universal brotherhood and of the wrong done to it by bitterness and strife； he stood there as the very incarnation of brotherliness； and the people； whether they agreed with him or not； loved him。 In the place where the religion of Christ had been reviled as well by the Christians as by the atheist； he spoke of the revealer of the Father； and a hush fell on the listening men； he spoke of the Founder of the great brotherhood； and by the very reality； by the fervor of his convictions； touched a new chord in many a heart。 It was no time for argument； the meeting was almost over； he scarcely attempted to answer to many of the difficulties and objections raised by Raeburn earlier in the evening。 But there was in his ten minutes' speech the whole essence of Christianity； the spirit of loving sacrifice to self； the strength of an absolute certainty which no argument； however logical； can shake； the extraordinary power which breathes in the assertion： 〃I KNOW Him whom I have believed。〃
To more than one of Raeburn's followers there came just the slightest agitation of doubt； the questioning whether these things might not be。 For the first time in her life the question began to stir in Erica's heart。 She had heard many advocates of Christianity； and had regarded them much as we might regard Buddhist missionaries speaking of a religion that had had its day and was now only fit to be discarded； or perhaps studied as an interesting relic of the past； about which in its later years many corruptions had gathered。
Raeburn； being above all things a just man； had been determined to give her mind no bias in favor of his own views； and as a child he had left her perfectly free。 But there was a certain Scotch proverb which he did not call to mind； that 〃As the auld cock crows the young cock learns。〃 When the time came at which he considered her old enough really to study the Bible for herself； she had already learned from bitter experience that Christianityat any rate； what called itself Christianitywas the religion whose votaries were constantly slandering and ill…treating her father； and that all the privations and troubles of their life were directly or indirectly due to it。 She； of course； identified the conduct of the most unfriendly and persecuting with the religion itself； it could hardly be otherwise。
But tonight as she toiled away； bravely acting up to her lights； taking down the opponent's speech to the best of her abilities； though predisposed to think it all a meaningless rhapsody； the faintest attempt at a question began to take shape in her mind。 It did not form itself exactly into words； but just lurked there like a cloud…shadow〃supposing Christianity were true？〃
All doubt is pain。 Even this faint beginning of doubt in her creed made Erica dreadfully uncomfortable。 Yet she could not regret that Charles Osmond had spoken； even though she imagined him to be greatly mistaken； and feared that that uncomfortable question might have been suggested to others among the audience。 She could not wish that the speech had not been made； for it had revealed the nobility of the man； his broad…hearted love； and she instinctively reverenced all the really great and good； however widely different their creeds。
Brian tried in vain to read her thoughts； but as soon as the meeting was over her temporary seriousness vanished； and she was once more almost a child again； ready to be amused by anything。 She stood for a few minutes talking to the two Osmonds； then； catching sight of an acquaintance a little way off； she bade them a hasty good night； much to Brian's chagrin； and hurried forward with a warmth of greeting which he could only hope was appreciated by the thickset； honest…looking mechanic who was the happy recipient。 When they left the hall she was still deep in conversation with him。
The fates were kind； however； to Brian that day； they were just too late for a train； and before the next one arrived； Raeburn and Erica were seen slowly coming down the steps； and in another minute had joined them on the platform。 Charles Osmond and Raeburn fell into an amicable discussion； and Brian； to his great satisfaction； was left to an uninterrupted tete…a…tete with Erica。 There had been no further demonstration by the crowd； and Erica； now that the anxiety was over； was ready to make fun of Mr。 Randolph and his band； checking herself every now and then for fear of hurting her companion； but breaking forth again and again into irresistible merriment as she recalled the 〃alligator〃 incident and other grotesque utterances。 All too soon they reached their destination。 There was still； however； a ten minutes' walk before them； a walk which Brian never forgot。 The wind was high； and it seemed to excite Erica； he could always remember exactly how she looked； her eyes bright and shining； her short； auburn hair； all blown about by the wind； one stray wave lying across the quaint little sealskin hat。 He remembered； too； how； in the middle of his argument； Raeburn had stepped forward and had wrapped a white woolen scarf more closely round the child； securing the fluttering ends。 Brian would have liked to do it himself had he dared； and yet it pleased him； too； to see the father's thoughtfulness； perhaps in that 〃touch of nature；〃 he； for the first time； fully recognized his kinship with the atheist。
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