of　the　Resurrection；　doing　as　Mr　Shaw　had　told　him；　and　trying　to
  find　out　not　that　they　were　all　accurate；　but　whether　they　were　all
  accurate　or　no。　　He　did　not　care　which　result　he　should　arrive　at；
  but　he　was　resolved　that　he　would　reach　one　or　the　other。　　When　he
  had　finished　Dean　Alford's　notes　he　found　them　come　to　this；　namely；
  that　no　one　yet　had　succeeded　in　bringing　the　four　accounts　into
  tolerable　harmony　with　each　other；　and　that　the　Dean；　seeing　no
  chance　of　succeeding　better　than　his　predecessors　had　done；
  recommended　that　the　whole　story　should　be　taken　on　trustand　this
  Ernest　was　not　prepared　to　do。
  He　got　his　luncheon；　went　out　for　a　long　walk；　and　returned　to
  dinner　at　half　past　six。　　While　Mrs　Jupp　was　getting　him　his　dinner…
  …a　steak　and　a　pint　of　stoutshe　told　him　that　Miss　Snow　would　be
  very　happy　to　see　him　in　about　an　hour's　time。　　This　disconcerted
  him；　for　his　mind　was　too　unsettled　for　him　to　wish　to　convert
  anyone　just　then。　　He　reflected　a　little；　and　found　that；　in　spite
  of　the　sudden　shock　to　his　opinions；　he　was　being　irresistibly　drawn
  to　pay　the　visit　as　though　nothing　had　happened。　　It　would　not　look
  well　for　him　not　to　go；　for　he　was　known　to　be　in　the　house。　　He
  ought　not　to　be　in　too　great　a　hurry　to　change　his　opinions　on　such
  a　matter　as　the　evidence　for　Christ's　Resurrection　all　of　a　sudden
  besides　he　need　not　talk　to　Miss　Snow　about　this　subject　to…day
  there　were　other　things　he　might　talk　about。　　What　other　things？
  Ernest　felt　his　heart　beat　fast　and　fiercely；　and　an　inward　monitor
  warned　him　that　he　was　thinking　of　anything　rather　than　of　Miss
  Snow's　soul。
  What　should　he　do？　　Fly；　fly；　flyit　was　the　only　safety。　　But
  would　Christ　have　fled？　　Even　though　Christ　had　not　died　and　risen
  from　the　dead　there　could　be　no　question　that　He　was　the　model　whose
  example　we　were　bound　to　follow。　　Christ　would　not　have　fled　from
  Miss　Snow；　he　was　sure　of　that；　for　He　went　about　more　especially
  with　prostitutes　and　disreputable　people。　　Now；　as　then；　it　was　the
  business　of　the　true　Christian　to　call　not　the　righteous　but　sinners
  to　repentance。　　It　would　be　inconvenient　to　him　to　change　his
  lodgings；　and　he　could　not　ask　Mrs　Jupp　to　turn　Miss　Snow　and　Miss
  Maitland　out　of　the　house。　　Where　was　he　to　draw　the　line？　　Who
  would　be　just　good　enough　to　live　in　the　same　house　with　him；　and
  who　just　not　good　enough？
  Besides；　where　were　these　poor　girls　to　go？　　Was　he　to　drive　them
  from　house　to　house　till　they　had　no　place　to　lie　in？　　It　was
  absurd；　his　duty　was　clear：　　he　would　go　and　see　Miss　Snow　at　once；
  and　try　if　he　could　not　induce　her　to　change　her　present　mode　of
  life；　if　he　found　temptation　becoming　too　strong　for　him　he　would
  fly　thenso　he　went　upstairs　with　his　Bible　under　his　arm；　and　a
  consuming　fire　in　his　heart。
  He　found　Miss　Snow　looking　very　pretty　in　a　neatly；　not　to　say
  demurely；　furnished　room。　　I　think　she　had　bought　an　illuminated
  text　or　two；　and　pinned　it　up　over　her　fire…place　that　morning。
  Ernest　was　very　much　pleased　with　her；　and　mechanically　placed　his
  Bible　upon　the　table。　　He　had　just　opened　a　timid　conversation　and
  was　deep　in　blushes；　when　a　hurried　step　came　bounding　up　the　stairs
  as　though　of　one　over　whom　the　force　of　gravity　had　little　power；
  and　a　man　burst　into　the　room　saying；　〃I'm　come　before　my　time。〃　　It
  was　Towneley。
  His　face　dropped　as　he　caught　sight　of　Ernest。　　〃What；　you　here；
  Pontifex！　　Well；　upon　my　word！〃
  I　cannot　describe　the　hurried　explanations　that　passed　quickly
  between　the　threeenough　that　in　less　than　a　minute　Ernest；
  blushing　more　scarlet　than　ever；　slunk　off；　Bible　and　all；　deeply
  humiliated　as　he　contrasted　himself　and　Towneley。　　Before　he　had
  reached　the　bottom　of　the　staircase　leading　to　his　own　room　he　heard
  Towneley's　hearty　laugh　through　Miss　Snow's　door；　and　cursed　the
  hour　that　he　was　born。
  Then　it　flashed　upon　him　that　if　he　could　not　see　Miss　Snow　he　could
  at　any　rate　see　Miss　Maitland。　　He　knew　well　enough　what　he　wanted
  now；　and　as　for　the　Bible；　he　pushed　it　from　him　to　the　other　end　of
  his　table。　　It　fell　over　on　to　the　floor；　and　he　kicked　it　into　a
  corner。　　It　was　the　Bible　given　him　at　his　christening　by　his
  affectionate　aunt；　Elizabeth　Allaby。　　True；　he　knew　very　little　of
  Miss　Maitland；　but　ignorant　young　fools　in　Ernest's　state　do　not
  reflect　or　reason　closely。　　Mrs　Baxter　had　said　that　Miss　Maitland
  and　Miss　Snow　were　birds　of　a　feather；　and　Mrs　Baxter　probably　knew
  better　than　that　old　liar；　Mrs　Jupp。　　Shakespeare　says：
  O　Opportunity；　thy　guilt　is　great
  'Tis　thou　that　execut'st　the　traitor's　treason：
  Thou　set'st　the　wolf　where　he　the　lamb　may　get；
  Whoever　plots　the　sin；　thou　'point'st　the　season；
  'Tis　thou　that　spurn'st　at　right；　at　law；　at　reason；
  And　in　thy　shady　cell；　where　none　may　spy　him；
  Sits　Sin；　to　seize　the　souls　that　wander　by　him。
  If　the　guilt　of　opportunity　is　great；　how　much　greater　is　the　guilt
  of　that　which　is　believed　to　be　opportunity；　but　in　reality　is　no
  opportunity　at　all。　　If　the　better　part　of　valour　is　discretion；　how
  much　more　is　not　discretion　the　better　part　of　vice
  About　ten　minutes　after　we　last　saw　Ernest；　a　scared；　insulted　girl；
  flushed　and　trembling；　was　seen　hurrying　from　Mrs　Jupp's　house　as
  fast　as　her　agitated　state　would　let　her；　and　in　another　ten　minutes
  two　policemen　were　seen　also　coming　out　of　Mrs　Jupp's；　between　whom
  there　shambled　rather　than　walked　our　unhappy　friend　Ernest；　with
  staring　eyes；　ghastly　pale；　and　with　despair　branded　upon　every　line
  of　his　face。
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  Pryer　had　done　well　to　warn　Ernest　against　promiscuous　house　to
  house　visitation。　　He　had　not　gone　outside　Mrs　Jupp's　street　door；
  and　yet　what　had　been　the　result？
  Mr　Holt　had　put　him　in　bodily　fear；　Mr　and　Mrs　Baxter　had　nearly
  made　a　Methodist　of　him；　Mr　Shaw　had　undermined　his　faith　in　the
  Resurrection；　Miss　Snow's　charms　had　ruinedor　would　have　done　so
  but　for　an　accidenthis　moral　character。　　As　for　Miss　Maitland；　he
  had　done　his　best　to　ruin　hers；　and　had　damaged　himself　gravely　and
  irretrievably　in　consequence。　　The　only　lodger　who　had　done　him　no
  harm　was　the　bellows'　mender；　whom　he　had　not　visited。
  Other　young　clergymen；　much　greater　fools　in　many　respects　than　he；
  would　not　have　got　into　these　scrapes。　　He　seemed　to　have　developed
  an　aptitude　for　mischief　almost　from　the　day　of　his　having　been
  ordained。　　He　could　hardly　preach　without　making　some　horrid　faux
  pas。　　He　preached　one　Sunday　morning　when　the　Bishop　was　at　his
  Rector's　church；　and　made　his　sermon　turn　upon　the　question　what
  kind　of　little　cake　it　was　that　the　widow　of　Zarephath　had　intended
  making　when　Elijah　found　her　gathering　a　few　sticks。　　He
  demonstrated　that　it　was　a　seed　cake。　　The　sermon　was　really　very
  amusing；　and　more　than　once　he　saw　a　smile　pass　over　the　sea　of
  faces　underneath　him。　　The　Bishop　was　very　angry；　and　gave　my　hero　a
  severe　reprimand　in　the　vestry　after　service　was　over；　the　only
  excuse　he　could　make　was　that　he　was　preaching　ex　tempore；　had　not
  thought　of　this　particular　point　till　he　was　actually　in　the　pulpit；
  and　had　then　been　carried　away　by　it。
  Another　time　he　preached　upon　the　barren　fig…tree；　and　described　the
  hopes　of　the　owner　as　he　watched　the　delicate　blossom　unfold；　and
  give　promise　of　such　beautiful　fruit　in　autumn。　　Next　day　he
  received　a　letter　from　a　botanical　member　of　his　congregation　who
  explained　to　him　that　this　could　hardly　have　been；　inasmuch　as　the
  fig　produces　its　fruit　first　and　blossoms　inside　the　fruit；　or　so
  nearly　so　that　no　flower　is　perceptible　to　an　ordinary　observer。
  This　last；　however；　was　an　accident　which　might　have　happened　to　any
  one　but　a　scientist　or　an　inspired　writer。
  The　only　excuse　I　can　make　for　him　is　that　he　was　very　youngnot
  yet　four　and　twentyand　that　in　mind　as　in　body；　like　most　of　those
  who　in　the　end　come　to　think　for　themselves；　he　was　a　slow　grower。
  By　far　the　greater　part；　moreover；　of　his　education　had　been　an
  attempt；　not　so　much　to　keep　him　in　blinkers　as　to　gouge　his　eyes
  out　altogether。
  But　to　return　to　my　story。　　It　transpired　afterwards　that　Miss
  Maitland　had　had　no　intention　of　giving　Ernest　in　charge　when　she
  ran　out　of　Mrs　Jupp's　house。　　She　was　running　away　because　she　was
  frightened；　but　almost　the　first　person　whom　she　ran　against　had
  happened　to　be　a　policeman　of　a　serious　turn　of　mind；　who　wished　to
  gain　a　reputation　for　activity。　　He　stopped　her；　questioned　her；
  frightened　her　still　more；　and　it　was　he　rather　than　Miss　Maitland；
  who　insisted　on　giving　my　hero　in　charge　to　himself　and　another
  constable。
  Towneley　was　still　in　Mrs　Jupp's　house　when　the　policeman　came。　　He
  had　heard　a　disturbance；　and　going　down　to　Ernest's　room　while　Miss
  Maitland　was　out　of　doors；　had　found　him　lying；　as　it　were；　stunned
  at　the　foot　of　the　moral　precipice　over　which　he　had　that　moment
  fallen。　　He　saw　the　whole　thing　at　a　glance；　but　before　he　could
  take　action；　the　policemen　came　in　and　action　became　impossible。
  He　asked　Ernest　who　were　his　friends　in　London。　　Ernest　at　first
  wanted　not　to　say；　but　Towneley　soon　gave　him　to　understand　that　he
  must　do　as　he　was　bid；　and　selected　m