"Let me sleep a little longer," said Sloth.
"Every tub must stand upon its own bottom," said Presumption.
Then all went to sleep more soundly than before, and Christian went on his way.
He had not gone far when he saw two climbing over the wall from the field on the left-hand side of the road. As he came up, they joined him, and the three walked on together.
"Gentlemen," said Christian, "who are you, and whither are you going?"
One of them, who had a very soft voice and a goody-goody countenance, answered, "My name is Hypocrisy, and I am from the land of Vainglory."
"And my name," said the other, "is Formalist. We two are close friends and companions, and we are on our way to the Celestial City."
"Why didn't you come in by the gate?" asked Christian.
"The gate?" answered Hypocrisy. "What is the use of going round by the gate, when one can make a short cut across the fields, and jump over the wall?"
"But it is written in this book," said Christian,
