'I can tell you it feels so, Barker. "Blessed are all they that put
their trust in Him." And that is, they are happy. And I trust in Him;
and I love Him; and I know my sins are forgiven and covered; and my
strength is in Him--all my strength. But that makes me strong.'
She went away with that from the window and the room, leaving the
housekeeper exceedingly confounded; much as if a passing angel's wings
had thrown down a white light upon her brown pathway. And from this
time, it may be said Mrs. Barker regarded her young lady with something
like secret worship. She had always been careful and tender of her
charge; now in spirit she bowed down before her to the ground. For a
while after Esther had left the room she stood very still, like one
upon whom a spell had fallen. She was comparing things; remembering the
look Mrs. Gainsborough had used to wear--sweet, dignified, but
shadowed; then the face that at one time was Esther's face, also sweet
and dignified, but uneasy and troubled and dark; and now--what was her
countenance like? The housekeeper was no poet, nor in any way fanciful;
otherwise she might have likened it to some of the fairest things in
nature; and still the comparison would have fallen short. Sweet as a
white rose; untroubled as the stars; full of hope as the flush of the
morning. Only, in the human creature there was the added element of
_life_, which in all these dead things was wanting. Mrs. Barker
probably thought of none of these images for her young mistress;
nevertheless, the truth that is in them came down upon her very heart;
and from that time she was Esther's devoted slave. There was no open
demonstration of feeling; but Esther's wishes were laws to her, and
Esther's welfare lay nearest her heart of all things in the world.
CHAPTER XX.
_SCHOOL_.
After much consideration the colonel had determined that Esther should
be a sort of half boarder at Miss Fairbairn's school; that is, she
should stay there from Monday morning to Saturday night. Esther
combated this determination as far as she dared.
'Papa, will not that make me a great deal more expense to you than I
need be?'
'Not much difference, my dear, as to that. If you came back every night
I should have to keep a horse; now that will not be necessary, and
Christopher will have more time to attend to other things.'
'But, papa, it will leave you all the week alone!'
'That must be, my child. I must be alone all the days, at any rate.'
'Papa, you will miss me at tea, and in the evenings.'
'I must bear that.'
It troubles me, papa.'
'And that you must bear. My dear, I do not grudge the price I pay. See
you only that I get what I pay for.'
'Yes, papa,' Esther said meekly. She could go no further.
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