When he did come in he found her sitting quietly sewing. She looked up hastily, but saw that he was alone, and smiled. Dr. Grey smiled too--at least not exactly, but there was a brightness in his face such as--not to liken it profanely--might have been seen in the one Divine face after saying to any sinner "Go, and sin no more." "My dearest," said Dr. Grey, sitting down beside his wife and taking her hand, "you maybe quite content; all is well." "I am very glad." "We have talked over every thing, and come to a right understanding. But it is necessary to bring our neighbors to a right understanding also, and to stop people's mouths if we can. To-morrow is Sunday. I have arranged with Sir Edwin that he shall meet me in chapel, and sit with me, in face of all the world, in the master's pew. Do you dislike this, Christian?" "No." "We have likewise settled that he shall start off for a long tour in Greece and Egypt with an old friend of mine, who will be none the worse for the companionship of such a brilliant young fellow. Besides, it will break off all bad associations, and give him a chance of 'turning over a new leaf,' as people say. Somehow I feel persuaded that he will." "Thank God!" "I too say thank God; for his mother was a good friend to me when I was his age. He is only just one-and-twenty. There may be a long successful life before him yet." "I hope so," said Christian, earnestly. "And perhaps a happy one too. But it could never be half so happy as mine." Thus did these two, secure and content, rejoice over the "lost piece of silver," believing, with a pertinacity that some may smile at, that it was silver after all. "One thing more. He will be at least three years away; and no one knows what may happen to him in the mean time, he says. He would like to shake hands with you before he goes. Have you any objection to this?" "None." "Come then with me into the study." They found Sir Edwin leaning against the mantelpiece, with his head resting on his arms. When he raised it, it was the same dashing, handsome head, which a painter might have painted for an angel or an evil spirit, according as the mood seized him. But now it was the former face, with the mouth quivering with emotion, and something not unlike tears in the brilliant eyes. "Sir Edwin, according to your desire, my wife has come to wish you good-by and good speed." Christian held out her hand gently and gravely: "I do wish it you--good speed wherever you go." "Thank you, Mrs. Grey, Good-by." "Good-by." And so they parted--these two, whose fates had so strangely met and mingled for a little while--parted kindly, but, totally without one desire on either side that it should be otherwise. They never have met, probably never will meet again in this world. Chapter 16. Conclusion.