looking at him already with a consciousness that some frightful shadow enveloped him? Tozer's shop was already shut--earlier than usual, surely--and two or three people stood talking at the open door, clearly visible against the gaslight, which still burned bright within. Farther up, opposite his own house, two or three passengers had stopped to look up at the lighted windows. When Vincent thrust aside a lad who happened to be in his way, asking, with uncontrollable irritation, what he wanted there, the door opened suddenly at the sound of his voice. All was excited and confused within--common life, with its quiet summonses and answers, was over there. Wild confusion, agitation, reproach, surrounded the unfortunate minister. His landlady came forward to meet him, to bewail her own misfortune, and upbraid him with the wrong he had done her. "I took in the pastor for a lodger, because he was sure to be steady and respectable, and this is what he has brought to me!" cried the hysterical woman. "What is the meaning of all this?" cried Vincent, looking round him with restrained fury, but he did not wait for an answer. He went up to his rooms to know the worst. As he rushed breathless up-stairs, loud outcries of delirium reached him. In his horror and anguish he could not recognise the voice--was it his mother who had given way under the terrible burden? He dashed open the door of the sitting-room in which he had spent so many quiet hours--neither mother nor sister were there; instead of them a rough-featured man, in a blue travelling-coat, and Tozer, flushed and argumentative, standing by the table. Vincent had not time to ask what the controversy was that was going on between the two. The butterman grasped his hand with an almost violent pressure, and took the stranger's arm. "Beg your pardon for being in your room, Mr. Vincent, but me and this gentleman has a little business. I'll be back presently and explain," said the good deacon, with a compassionate look at the young man, whose weary eyes sought with instinctive suspicion that unknown face. "I'm your friend, Mr. Vincent-- I always was; I'm not one as will desert a friend in trouble," said Tozer, with another shake of his hand, lowering his voice. Then he disappeared with his strange companion. The minister was alone with those cries, with this agitation. He threw himself down in momentary despair. The worst, it appeared, had happened--the horror had travelled before him. He gave up everything in the anguish of that moment. There seemed to be no use for any further struggle. To this sensitive, spotless, inexperienced household, suspicion was worse than death. CHAPTER V.