Eliphaz Laki had disappeared, and his son was left with hope—stubborn, secret, maddening hope.
Eliphaz Laki had been someone worthy of emulation: a prominent civil servant, a regional administrator known as a saza chief.
The religion of Eliphaz is made for well-to-do people like himself, and such only.
"Assuredly he can rule the lower worlds," replied Eliphaz, with a smile.
Hard pressed, Eliphaz produced ten sovereigns from his trousers-pocket, and tendered them on account.
"But I didn't know he would be having money," murmured Eliphaz.
First among the things Eliphaz has seen is the fate of those violent evil-doers who plough iniquity and sow disaster.
"Be it so," said Eliphaz, with a gesture of weariness, and he started his machine again.
But Eliphaz had taken his stand upon a rock—he had no more ready money.
He is not so eloquent as Eliphaz, he has no air of a prophet.