"Then you'll go to Thorpe--to Mr Salter--Mr Miles will, maybe, help you--and you'll tell. There's nothing like telling before it's too late." His voice had grown stronger, his eye brightened. "Do you know that it was Mr Miles who saved your life?" said Mr Bennett, who had been a good deal shocked by what he heard. But David was still looking at the boy. "The mist is lifting from the water," he said slowly. "Does Faith see it?--Faith told me she would--look, look!" "He is wandering," said the doctor, softly. What does the soul see when the cords are loosened for a moment, and it goes where our feeble pity follows, not knowing what we say? Do the mists lift indeed, and does the glory of the Day Dawn shine in its nearness? Whatever David may have beheld, something of its wonder touched his face, and brightened it with an intense joy, a joy which rested, and at which by and by they looked reverently as at something which had done with earth and its sin forever. CHAPTER THIRTY TWO. Mr Mannering was sitting in his library the next morning, when Mr Bennett was announced. It was not yet twelve o'clock, and the Underham lawyer was generally deep in his work at that hour, so that Mr Mannering met him with a touch of wonder in his cordiality. "The more welcome because I should as soon have expected Thorpe to receive a visit from the Mayor and Corporation as from you at this time of day. Sit down, pray. My papers are all over the place, but I believe you can find a chair." "If I had not known better, I should have said you were still in harness, I own," said Mr Bennett, looking round upon the familiar signs of business. "Harness? I sometimes think that for men who have passed the greater part of their lives at work there is no getting out of it. There is a review in the last Quarterly which all the world is talking about, and I can assure you I have not yet found five minutes in which to look at it. The truth is that an unlucky mortal who has neither time, money, nor health, should make up his mind to endure a great deal in this world." "What's that, Charles?" said Mr Robert, coming in with a ruddy glow upon his face. "If you had Stokes for a gardener, you might begin to talk about endurance. Glad to see you, Bennett, this fine fresh morning. All well, I hope?" "All my household, thank you," said Mr Bennett, settling himself to his story with great satisfaction. "But we had a sad accident in Thorpe last night. Anthony Miles had been dining with us, and had not left half an hour when back he came, and really it was fortunate that Ada had gone up stairs, or she might have been terribly alarmed to see him dripping from head to foot at that hour of the night. However, the ladies were out of the way, by a stroke of good fortune." "Dripping! Had he tumbled into the water?"