"Certainly," said Mr. Denton, "and I shall soon follow your example, for if my wife is as ill as my son said, it is my duty to neglect everything and remain at her bedside." "But has she really lost her reason?" asked Faith, a little timidly. Mr. Denton sighed heavily before he answered. "She is worrying unnecessarily to a great extent, I think," he said calmly. "She sees in my new methods and actions only the probable financial results; she cannot see that I am honestly trying to do my duty--to share my large fortune with my fellow-beings." "But is it not possible to follow your conscience and still prosper?" asked Faith, anxiously. "That is a question that I cannot answer, Miss Marvin, at this stage of the experiment, but, judging from the present outlook, godliness cannot be profitable from a worldly point of view. But from the spiritual, I am satisfied that it is a success; the consciousness of well-doing is enough for the Christian." Faith pondered over his words as she hurried home. She was glad that he had awakened a new train of thought, as it enabled her to compose herself from her late excitement. When she reached her mother's home she found both Mr. Watkins and Mrs. Graham, who had called to get acquainted with little Dick and to tell Mrs. Marvin their plans for his future. It was hard to part with him, but it was clearly for the best. Mrs. Graham could give him advantages that would be impossible to Mrs. Marvin. This transaction permitted Faith to regain her composure entirely, so that when they were gone she was able to tell her mother all that had happened at the jail. Mrs. Marvin was shocked and pained at the recital. "Poor child," she said, sorrowfully, "to think she is really his wife. I wonder what could have been their motive for keeping it a secret!" Faith shook her head. She did not care to even conjecture. It was a subject that cut her heart like a two-edged sword, for, try as she would, she could not condemn James Denton. An hour later the maid brought her in a card. Faith could hardly control her feelings as she saw that her caller was no other than young Denton. "He must have been following me," she said to her mother, "else how did he know that I was not at the store?" Her mother smiled sadly, but did not answer. Faith entered the parlor as calmly as she could, but her limbs were trembling and the tears were very near to falling. She knew that she should spurn the coward, whom her whole soul despised, but she could not do it; her strength deserted her. James Denton rose suddenly as she entered the door. He looked like a ghost--he was so pale and haggard. Before she realized it, Faith extended her hand, then she drew it back quickly with a sudden revulsion. "No, don't offer to shake hands with me," said James Denton, slowly. "I am not fit to touch the hem of your garment, Miss Marvin."