"I don't deny it's natural as you should feel strange," admitted Tozer. "I do myself, as am only your friend, Mr. Vincent, when folks are a-talking in the shop, and going over one thing and another--asking if it's true as she belongs to you, and how a minister's daughter ever come to know the likes of him----" "For heaven's sake, no more, no more!--you will drive me mad!" cried Vincent, springing to his feet. Tozer, thus suddenly interrupted, stared a little, and then changed the subject, though without quite finding out how it was that he had startled his sensitive companion into such sudden impatience. "When I was only telling him the common talk!" as he said to his wife in the privacy of their own parlour. In the mean time he had other subjects equally interesting. "If you'll take my advice, you'll begin your coorse all the same," said Tozer; "it would have a good effect, that would. When folks are in a state of excitement, and a-looking for something, to come down upon them as before, and accordin' to intimation, would have a wonderful effect, Mr. Vincent. You take my word, sir, it would be very telling--would that. Don't lose no time, but begin your coorse as was intimated. It's a providence, is the intimation. I wouldn't say nothing about what's happened--not plain out; but if you could bring in a kind of an inference like, nothing as had anything to do with the story in the papers, but just as might be understood----" The butterman sat quite calmly and at his ease, but really anxious and interested, making his sober suggestions. The unfortunate minister, unable otherwise to subdue his impatience and wretchedness, fell to walking up and down the room, as was natural. When he could bear it no longer, he came back to the table at which Tozer sat in all the pomp of advice and management. He took his unfinished letter and tore it in little pieces, then stopped the calm flow of the deacon's counsel by a sudden outburst.