Jeff--although fatigued and hungry, besides being drenched, dishevelled about the hair, bespattered with mud, and bruised, as well as lacerated somewhat about the hands--determined to pay a short visit to the cottage, being anxious to "have it out" with his confidante about that matter of good being made to come out of evil. "O Jeff!" exclaimed the horrified old lady when he entered, "wounded? perhaps fatally!" "Not quite so bad as that, auntie," replied Jeff, with a hearty laugh, for Miss Millet's power to express alarm was wonderful. "I'll soon put myself to rights when I get back to the station. I ought to apologise for calling in such a plight, but I've been thinking much since I last saw you, and I want to have a talk." "Not till I have bound up all your wounds," said Miss Millet firmly. Knowing that he would gain his end more quickly by giving in, Jeff submitted to have several fingers of both hands done up with pieces of white rag, and a slight cut across the bridge of his handsome nose ornamented with black sticking-plaster. He not only enjoyed the operation with a sort of reckless joviality, but sought to gratify his friend by encouraging her to use her appliances to the utmost, intending to remove them all when he quitted the cottage. The earnest little woman availed herself fully of the encouragement, but could scarcely refrain from laughing when she surveyed him after the operation was completed. "Now, auntie, have you finished?" "Yes." "Well then, tell me, do you really think that at all times, and in all circumstances, God causes events that are disastrous to work out good?" "Indeed I do," returned Miss Millet, becoming very serious and earnest as she sat down opposite her young friend. "No doubt there is much of mystery connected with the subject but I can't help that any more than I can help my beliefs. Of course we know, because it is written, that `_all_ things work together for good to them that love God;' but even in the case of those who do _not_ love Him, I think He often sends sorrow and trouble for the very purpose of driving them out of trust in themselves, and so clearing the way to bring them to the Saviour. And is it not written, `Surely the wrath of man shall praise Thee?'" The young man remained silent for a few moments.