He sides, and lowered crown, and smiled significantly. "Exactly," laughed Holmes, putting his hand on his head. "Crippled there by my Yorkshire blood,--my mother. Never mind; outside of this life, blood or circumstance matters nothing." They walked on slowly towards town. Surely there was nothing in the bill-of-sale which the old man had in his pocket but a mere matter of business; yet they were strangely silent about it, as if it brought shame to some one. There was an embarrassed pause. The Doctor went back to Lois for relief. "I think it is the pain and want of such as she that makes them susceptible to religion. The self in them is so starved and humbled that it cannot obscure their eyes; they see God clearly." "Say rather," said Holmes, "that the soul is so starved and blind that it cannot recognize itself as God." The Doctor's intolerant eye kindled. "Humph! So that's your creed! Not Pantheism. _Ego sum_. Of course you go on with the conjugation: _I have been, I shall be_. I,--that covers the whole ground, creation, redemption, and commands the hereafter?" "It does so," said Holmes, coolly. "And this wretched huckster carries her deity about her,--her self-existent soul? How, in God's name, is her life to set it free?" Holmes said nothing. The coarse sneer could not be answered. Men with pale faces and heavy jaws like his do not carry their religion on their tongue's end; their creeds leave them only in the slow oozing life-blood, false as the creeds may be. Knowles went on hotly, half to himself, seizing on the new idea fiercely, as
