He was sure now of nothing.It seemed as though all the spirits of the other world now were taunting him, but he felt that this was the work of the Devil, who wished to destroy his faith before the Great Day arrived.He thought now that the Devil was closely pursuing him, and he seemed to hear first his taunting whisper and then the voice of God encouraging him: "Well done, my good and faithful servant."He had lost now almost all consciousness of what he really expected to happen when the Day arrived, but he was dimly aware that if nothing happened at all his whole influence with his people would be gone.Nevertheless this did not trouble him very greatly; the congregation of the Chapel seemed now dimly remote.The only human being who was not remote was Martin; his love for his son had not been touched by his other struggles, it had been even intensified.
But the love had grown a terror, ever increasing, lest Martin should leave him.He seemed to hear dimly, beyond the wall of the mysterious world into whose regions he was ever more deeply passing, sentences, vague, without human agency, accusing Martin of sins and infidelities and riotous living.Sometimes he was tempted to go further into this and challenge Martin's accusers, but fear held him back.Martin had been a good son since his return to England, yes, he had, and he had forsaken his evil ways and was going to be with his father now until the end, his last refuge against loneliness.
Every one else had left him or was leaving him, but Martin was there.Martin hadn't deceived him, Martin was a good boy...a good boy...and then, as it seemed to him, with Martin's hand in his own he would pass off into his world of strange dreams and desperate prayer and hours of waiting, listening, straining for a voice...
During that last night before New Year's Eve an hour came to him when he seemed to be left utterly alone.Exhausted, faint, dizzy with want of sleep and food, he knelt before his bed; his room seemed to be filled with devils, taunting him, tempting him, bewildering and blinding him.He rose suddenly in a frenzy, striking out, rushing about his room, crying...then at last, exhausted, creeping back to his bed, falling down upon it and sinking into a long dreamless sleep.