"But, David," said Faith, frightened at his tone, and forgetting all except the fear of losing him, "I wouldn't keep you back, I wouldn't, indeed. You might go to preach, you know, just the same, and when you came back I should have things comfortable for you." "Yes, my dear, you would," he said, with the thrill again in his voice. And then he cried out passionately, so that Sarah in the kitchen wondered what was being said, "Don't make it more hard, Faith, don't! I've heard of tearing out one's heart, but I never knew before what it meant. Think what my life is. There are so many sick and suffering that I must help somehow, or their eyes would follow me to the very judgment-seat,--I must do it,--I am constrained. I have had no food to-day but a crust of bread and a glass of water. Up in my lodgings I've got that poor nigh-lost Nat Wills. I walked twenty mile yesterday to get hold of him, and there he is. By and by I'm going to his employer to see what is to be done. It's the same always. But if I had a wife I don't know that she would think it right to her that I should do it, and yet I could never dare leave it undone. I couldn't, Faith." His voice had kept at the same high-pitched abrupt tone, as if he were speaking under the pang of some physical anguish. Faith was frightened by it, but her mother had told her to pluck up spirit, and she thought, like other women, that a show of anger might bring David to her way of thinking. So she turned half away from him, as he saw very well by the dim light, and said, throwing her apron over her arm,-- "That's all fine enough, but I don't see as how you're more bound to them than to me, after the things you've said, and the neighbours knowing and all. It would have been better if I'd minded grandfather's words, and Mis'ess told me neither she nor Mr Anthony was pleased to think of me marrying a man that sets himself up against the Church." Faith delivered this speech with considerable energy, but there were tears in her eyes which it was well for David's resolution that he could not see. Her mention of Mr Anthony stung him sharply. He said in a compressed tone,-- "You will not listen to him? There's no man in the county has done so much against the good cause, and may God forgive him, for he needs forgiveness!" Since he had kept silence about the letter all Anthony's deeds had grown blacker in his eyes, and he thought, with the strange self-deception which men permit themselves to weave, that the obloquy that had fallen upon the young man was but a just retribution for those acts for which he had now professed to ask forgiveness. Faith, who had been silently crying for a few moments, found her voice to continue in the same tone, which she thought had produced a little impression,-- "I've stuck to you faithful, for all I've had to bear from every one. And this is what I get--" she added, breaking down altogether into sobs at last.