"I am not going to be that contemptible thing, a child-wife! People shan't curl their lips, and go away and pity you. When we're quite alone, I'll have my fun, but not in public!" They came to their grey manor house as dusk was falling, but there were lights and fire to welcome them, and Frances Muir had found them a delightful Cornish couple of the name of Tiddy. Mr. Tiddy opened the door and made smart salute. He had been a sailor, and thought the British Navy the most important creation on the face of the earth. Mrs. Tiddy was clean and rosy and very small, but she moved about at lightning pace and never wasted time in talk. Her spouse was the one with the tongue, as she told Gentian when talking about him. "I knew afore us were wedded what a clacker 'e be, an' sez I, two tongues wull soon raise the wind, one agen t'uther, zo zilent be I from this time forth, an' so I be. But I'll say this for Jerry, 'e du wark so well as talk." Most of Thorold's furniture had been brought to the house. The square hall, with its thick rugs underfoot, and thick curtains to the doors and windows, and blazing log fire, looked a very different place from when Gentian had first seen it. Whilst Thorold was giving directions about their luggage, she ran upstairs, peeped into her big, bright bedroom, where flowered chintzes and another bright fire awaited her, and then down the passage she went to her Sanctuary. There was no fire here, but she turned on the electric light, which had been installed all over the house, and looked around her, well pleased with the result of her furnishing. The walls were white, the woodwork dark oak. A rich blue carpet was on the floor, and blue velvet curtains were drawn across the windows. The prie-dieu chair, with its blue cushion, was before the window; there were a writing-table, an easy chair and a small book-case filled with devotional books. Two pictures only were hung upon the walls. One depicted Christ walking with his two disciples to Emmaus, the other Daniel kneeling before his open window. Gentian drew aside the curtains. In the distance she saw a line of silver sea. A young moon was already shining in the sky. She gazed for a moment up into the infinite blue above her, then turned and, kneeling upon her chair, bowed her head. "O God," she murmured, "I thank Thee for my husband and home. Bless us in it. Make me a good wife, and help me to be a better Christian, for Jesus Christ's sake—Amen." A moment later and she was hanging upon her husband's arm, listening with laughing eyes to Tiddy's talk.