"Don't, Mary!" said he, keeping her back. "Oh, James dear!" she said, clasping her hands. "What has gone wrong? You look worn to death!" "Everything's gone wrong, Mary!" he answered. "My whole life's gone wrong!" "What do you mean?" she asked in breathless terror. "What have you in your hand?" He held out to her the letter, and sat down and covered his face. "Oh, but this is good news, James!" she exclaimed. "You are elected minister at Upton!" "I can't go, Mary! I can no longer be minister there or anywhere!" "James, my darling!" She knelt beside him, and put her arms about him. "Something has happened to you! Tell me what it is!" But he held his peace. "Remember, my dear, that we are all the world to each other; remember that when we were married we said we should never have any secret from each other! Tell me your trouble, my dear!" He could not resist her appeal: he told her the whole story. "My poor, dear love!" she cried. "How terribly tried you have been! And I did not know it!" [Illustration: "DON'T, MARY!"] "And you don't shrink from me, Mary?" said he. "Shrink from you, my dear husband?" she demanded. "How can you ask me? Oh, my darling!" She kissed his hands and his face, and covered him with her love and wept over him. They sat in silence for a while, and then he told her what he proposed to do. She agreed with him that that was the proper thing. "We must do the first thing that is right, whatever may happen to ourselves. Write and say that you do not feel you can take more than the morning service. I'll go with you, and you shall do as you say--and the rest is with God." Thus it was arranged. And on Sunday morning they set off together for Upton, leaving the boy in the care of the landlady. They had no word to say to each other in the train, but they held close each other's hand. They avoided greetings, and introductions, and felicitations save from one or two by keeping close in the vestry till the hour struck, and the attendant came to usher the minister to the pulpit. He went out and up the pulpit stairs with a firm step, but his face was very pale, his lips were parched, and his heart was thumping hard, till he felt as if it would burst. The first part of the service was gone through, and the minister rose to deliver his sermon. He gave out his text, "_And Cain said unto the Lord, 'My punishment is greater than I can bear!'_" and glanced round upon the congregation, who sat up wondering what was to come of that. He repeated it, and happening to look down, saw seated immediately below the pulpit, looking as well and self-satisfied as usual, the young man whom he had imagined crushed in the tunnel! The revulsion of feeling was too great; the minister put up his hand to his head, with a cry something between sob and sigh, tottered, and fell back!