Under the Christian influence lovingly and judiciously exercised over them, not even the careless or unimpressionable among the pupils could remain altogether untouched by some sense of their responsibility to the Lord Jesus, or to the claims which He had on them to be workers together with Him in the world which He came to save. Fidelia, with softened heart and awakened conscience, was now open to that influence, and yielded to it as she had not done before. There was no neglect or misappropriation of the "quiet half-hour" morning and evening now, nor of any other of the many means of grace provided for the benefit of all. The scope and sense of all the teaching, as to duty, of the noble woman through whose labours and self-denials the seminary was founded had been--"Ye are not your own: ye are bought with a price; therefore glorify God in your body and in your spirit, which are God's." "No man liveth to himself." One of her last utterances to the pupils whom she loved and for whom she laboured was this: "There is nothing in the universe that I fear, but that I shall not know all my duty, or shall fail to do it." She was dead, but her works and words still lived and spoke through those who had come after her, and through them there came richly to Fidelia the blessing which above all other blessings she desired for herself--the wish and the power to consecrate her life to the work which is the highest of all. So she came back to her home in a different state of heart and mind this time--she herself did not know how different till she was among old familiar friends and circumstances again, looking over the past and on to the future with other hopes and aspirations than those which had made her discontented about the time of her last coming home. It did not seem quite like home to her in Halsey any more. But she told herself she would wait patiently and do faithfully the work which came to her hand, till some opening should come to her of higher work in a larger field as a teacher, and then she would strive to be such a teacher as Eunice might have been in her youth, had not other work fallen to her hand. By-and-by something happened. A letter came to her from Dr Justin Everett which surprised her. It was not the first time that he had written to her. After the death of her sister he had written a letter of sympathy which she had answered briefly. She had not answered other letters which had followed, but this one must be answered. It was a long letter, telling her something of his youth and of his engagement to her sister, and of the disappointment and pain which their necessary separation had caused to them both.