"Yes, I have met her; and though I can understand that she may not have much tact, and may be lacking in sensitiveness, in fact is rather a rough jewel, nevertheless she is a jewel, and I think you should be grateful rather than otherwise to her for the beautiful influence she has had over her son, which provides you with such a husband. And do not you think that possibly she has more cause for jealousy than you? Remember, she has had to turn out of her home, to give up her son, to see him wrapped up in his love for you. I own I feel a little for Mrs. Greville." Rachel looked up at him with her eyes still full of tears. "I know you are right," she said, "and I think I have been horrid. Somehow I have selfishly been thinking of my own trials and have forgotten hers. But I don't know how I can be different." "Unless you get the victory over this sin, it will get the victory over you and embitter your life. Jealousy becomes a kind of obsession, if given way to. It has wrecked many a life." "It is just that, an obsession. I can't sleep sometimes for thinking of her, and my first waking thoughts are of how I can circumvent her." "Then let me give you a receipt for jealousy. Whenever you find yourself thinking of Mrs. Greville, pray, and then resolutely turn your thoughts away from her." "It will be very difficult," said Rachel, looking down. "She has got quite on my mind." "With God all things are possible." "I sometimes wonder if I am really a Child of God," said Rachel. "I am so very far from being like the Lord Jesus Christ." "You must not let the great enemy of souls tempt you to despond," said the Bishop. "That is the kind of atmosphere in which he delights to do his work. You gave yourself to God at the time of your confirmation, I remember. Don't listen to the doubts that the Devil suggests. You are a Child of God, but just at present not a very happy or good one." "I ought to be happy," said Rachel looking up with a smile, "with such a husband as Luke. I only hope I do not love him too much." "I don't think so. I doubt if it is possible to love a husband too much; but it is very possible to love God, Who gave him to you, too little." Rachel looked up again into the Bishop's face. "I do want to be good," she said, "and really I have everything to make me happy; if I am not happy it is my own fault, I quite see that." Then she looked at her watch. "Luke's train must be in by now and he will be hunting for you. I ought not to keep you any longer; but I am so glad that you are my Bishop and my father's best friend. I feel just as if I had had a talk with him. He, I know, would agree with every word you have said." Then finding it was so late they hurried into the garden where they discovered Luke among a crowd of clergy, and Rachel, feeling as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, left them together.