“It is as if the very house has been consecrated by his prayers,” said Mrs. Whitwell. “We have never had as good a man within the walls before.” And, indeed, all the members of the family were the same. Mr. Whitwell, as he parted from his guest, expressed what the others felt when he said: “You have brought a spiritual blessing to us all. It is good of you to visit our small place when you are wanted in all the big towns.” “It has been a pleasure to me to visit you, Mr. Whitwell,” he said. “I had heard of your family from my friend, Arthur Knight, and you have given me a time of peace in the midst of strenuous labour. I am glad to know your family too.” “They are well worth knowing, especially my youngest, with the masculine name. She is not by any means a Tomboy, is she?” “She is very sweet and womanly,” said Macdonald. “She is, indeed, an ideal woman. She must be an immense help and comfort to you.” “Yes, she is. I cannot tell what I should do without Tom. And she will be better than ever now, for I think she has heard every sermon you have preached in the neighbourhood. I am sorry they have been so few. Come to us again when you can. Like Arthur Knight, you make us think, and do us good.” The two men went to London together, and separated at the railway terminus, each bent on his work. A fortnight later, Mr. Whitwell, with a very grave face, called his youngest daughter into his study. “Tom, my dear,” he said, “I have a letter from Mr. Macdonald which has greatly surprised me, and he has enclosed one for you in it.” CHAPTER XXXIII. ALL’S WELL THAT ENDS WELL.