“I don’t know.” Stanton sat there, very thoughtful. “Of course, he must know Jesus has only one theme.”

“I see by the letter,” Maxwell said with quickening interest, “that the Chancellor asks you both to take lunch with him just before chapel service.”

“Yes.”

“The last time I had lunch with the Chancellor, he had three kinds of liquor on the table.”

Stanton looked thoughtfully at Maxwell. “The atmosphere at the University does not seem the same as when I was there.”

“No. Since the State put the Bible out of the schools, many things are different. Many of the professors at the University are non-Christian men. I think in my time, forty years ago, every teacher was at least a professed Christian.”

There was another thoughtful silence as Stanton and Maxwell looked at each other. Then Maxwell said, “You remember you are due at the afternoon conference at the church at three thirty?”

“Yes. We shall be back from the University in ample time. Dr. West has asked me to call at his house at two o’clock to have a look at his rooms. I shall be glad to get away from this hotel and be settled in more homelike quarters.”

“Stanton, you ought to have a home of your own.”

“I know it.” A natural glow of color passed over Stanton’s strong, noble face. “Perhaps I shall some time. Would it seem strange to you if I were to say that what you said just now is what Jesus said to me yesterday, as we were going over to look at the new city hospital? He said it just as naturally as you did just now.”

“Why not?”

“That’s what I said at the time. Why not?”

“Stanton, we’re living in the midst of astonishing events, and no one can foresee the end. I anticipate some remarkable scenes at the University tomorrow. I wish I could go with you, but I shall be busy every minute getting ready for the conference.”

“Will the ministers all come?”

“Yes, and from all I can judge now, I don’t believe the church will begin to hold all the people who will come. Do you realize, Stanton, that the attention of the whole country is being directed to Raymond? The newspaper representatives of more than forty papers will be here tonight. You will no doubt have many of them out at the University tomorrow. But when you are through over there, let Jesus come to my house and rest before the conference, while you meet your appointment with Dr. West.”

“Come to your house and rest?”

“Yes. Have you not noticed he gets weary just as you and I do? Did you not see how tired he was after that tremendous outdoor service Sunday afternoon?”

“Yes. But why should he?”

“Grow tired? Have you forgotten him at Jacob’s well? Is he not the same human here?”

“The same yesterday, today, and forever,” murmured Stanton. “I’ll do as you say and insist on his going to your house to rest. How strange! To insist on Jesus doing something! Maxwell, are we dreaming? Shall we awake soon to the old commonplace life we used to know?”