"I give you up," he said, raging. "I give you up. Think of your congregation, man." "I have been thinking of them, and as soon as I have a right to do so I shall tell them what I have told you." "And until you tell them I will keep your madness to myself, for I warn you that, as soon as they do know, there will be a vacancy in the Auld Licht kirk of Thrums." "She is a woman," said Gavin, hesitating, though preparing to go, "of whom any minister might be proud." "She is a woman," the doctor roared, "that no congregation would stand. Oh, if you will go, there is your hat." Perhaps Gavin's face was whiter as he left the house than when he entered it, but there was no other change. Those who were watching him decided that he was looking much as usual, except that his mouth was shut very firm, from which they concluded that he had been taking the doctor to task for smoking. They also noted that he returned to McQueen's house within half a hour after leaving it, but remained no time. Some explained this second visit by saying that the minister had forgotten his cravat, and had gone back for it. What really sent him back, however, was his conscience. He had said to McQueen that he helped Babbie to escape from the soldiers because of her kindness to his people, and he returned to own that it was a lie. Gavin knocked at the door of the surgery, but entered without waiting for a response. McQueen was no longer stamping through the room, red and furious. He had even laid aside his pipe. He was sitting back in his chair, looking half-mournfully, half- contemptuously, at something in his palm. His hand closed instinctively when he heard the door open, but Gavin had seen that the object was an open locket. "It was only your reference to the thing," the detected doctor said, with a grim laugh, "that made me open it. Forty fears ago, sir, I--Phew! it is forty-two years, and I have not got over it yet." He closed the locket with a snap. "I hope you have come back, Dishart, to speak more rationally?" Gavin told him why he had come back, and the doctor said he was a fool for his pains. "Is it useless, Dishart, to make another appeal to you?" "Quite useless, doctor," Gavin answered, promptly. "My mind is made up at last." CHAPTER XXI. NIGHT--MARGARET--FLASHING OF A LANTERN.