Her father was also transformed externally, but remained the same low brute at heart. There was no outer change in the girl, the same foul rags, only more ragged than before, the same dishevelled wretchedness of aspect; but within, all was different. God spake, and there was light. Herring looked up at her, wondering, but still much confused; his head could not endure much thought. She was swaying herself from side to side, still holding his hand between hers in her bosom; and the tears ran down her tanned cheeks and fell over him—a soft and soothing rain, a rain bearing balm and blessing. She had raised her eyes, and her lips moved. ’What are you saying, Joyce?’ he asked, thinking she was speaking to him, but that he could not hear. ’I were saying nort to you,’ she said; ’I do not know hardly what I were saying, but my heart were that nigh to bursting wi’ joy, that I felt I must speak—but not to you—sure I didn’t know to whom I were speaking and saying that I were so happy as I never was afore and never will be again. And I tried to say glory rallaluley turned backsy-foremost but the words wouldn’t out, and I just cried for gladness, and looked up—that were all.’ ’What is that noise?’ asked Herring. ’What?’ she asked, dropping his hand and listening. There were shouts and cries approaching. Then the crash of a stone against the supporters of the table. Next moment in dashed old Grizzly, without the hat, wild with alarm, and threw himself on the ground, where he tore off his coat and neckcloth, waistcoat and breeches, and, screaming with rage and terror, threw each article, as it came off, in the faces of the men that peered in at the entrance. ’Take mun! take mun! I will none of ’em! I will never have none o’ the sort again.’ His legs were torn and bleeding. One was smeared with white to the knee, the other was of its natural tan. Some of the miners had seen Cobbledick engaged in adorning his shins with whitewash, dressed out in his borrowed garb, and had set upon him with jeers. He had fled and been pursued. ’I’ll hev none of it never more,’ he cried, and swore horribly. ’Give me my rags again.’ That was the end of the transformation of Grizzly. But the transformation of Joyce, which was from within, was more enduring. *CHAPTER XXXIV.* *HERRING’S STOCKINGS.* Joyce was unable to retain Herring. Those who had pursued her father saw him lying in the old cromlech, and the secret was out. Moreover, she herself began to see that it was not possible for her to keep him in the den. Her father’s behaviour, when left in charge of the patient, had shown her how utterly untrustworthy he was, and Joyce could not always be there.