Faith had looked very grave, with eyes cast down, during the hearing of this speech. She raised them then, at the end, and said with great gentleness, "There is but one way to give quiet that will stand, Dr. Harrison." "I am sure you are right," he said looking at her with an unwonted face, nearer to reverence than Dr. Harrison was often known to give to anything "I hope you will go and see that poor creature again and undo any mischief my careless words may have done." "Won't you undo them yourself, Dr. Harrison?" "I will endorse yours, so well as I can!" he said. "But won't you see her again?" "If I can,--I will try to go." "May I see Mr. Linden?" was the next question in a lighter tone; and receiving permission the doctor moved himself up stairs. He entered Mr. Linden's room with a quiet, composed air, very different from the jaunty manner of yesterday; and applied himself with business quiet to Mr. Linden's state and wants. And the reception he met was not one to set him a talking. It was not tinged with the various feelings which the _thought_ of him had stirred in Mr. Linden's mind that night and morning,--if they lived still it was in the background. The grasp of his hand was firmer than usual, the tone more earnest, which said, "I am very glad to see you!"--and yet the doctor felt that in them both there was more--and also less--than mere personal feeling. He had nearly finished the arrangements of Mr. Linden's arm when he remarked, "Did you hear the result of our expedition yesterday?" A grave 'yes,' answered him. "You see," said the doctor, "I couldn't manage the wind!" But to that there was no reply. "It was just that," said the doctor. "Those horses had been taking whiskey, I believe, instead of oats; and the wind just made them mad. They ran for pure love of running!--till a little villain threw up his hat at them--and then indeed it was which could catch the clouds first." If the doctor wanted help in his account, he got none. He drew back and took a survey. "What's the matter, Linden?--you look more severe at me this morning than Miss Derrick does;--and I am sure she has the most reason." "I have a prudent fit come over me once in a while," said Mr. Linden goodhumouredly, but with a little restless change of position. "I'm afraid if I talk much upon this subject I shall get out of patience--and I couldn't lay all the blame of that upon you." "What blame--do you pretend--to lay upon me, as it is?" said the doctor not illhumouredly. "There'll be no pretence about it--when I lay it on," said Mr. Linden. "Enact Macduff--and lay on!" said the doctor smiling. "Let it suffice you that I could if I would."