And the young vicar, as he looked into Guy's eyes, felt for the first time that he understood what was meant by "_wrestling_ in prayer." He was so much impressed that he could make no sort of obvious and natural answer. He was silent for a moment, and then said-- "You will tell me every idea that occurs to you? I shall be too grateful. And--when you are strong enough--if the Hall is occupied, or uninhabitable, do come to the Vicarage. I've made that weather-tight, and--you could see everything for yourself." "Thanks," said Guy; "I think I could do that--I will, sometime. And Godfrey will be coming over about the repairs." To Godfrey it was a distinct relief when Guy called him after the visitor was gone, and dictated the letter to be written to the agent of the Australian sheep-farmers, who supplied the mill with raw wool, and who had not supplied it in the past, according to the samples offered. Palmer Brothers did not intend to be cheated in the future. Then Guy was left alone in the wintry sunshine to think over the past night. "The Enemy"--as he phrased it--had indeed come to him as before; but he had not been afraid, for, in the same inward region of unspeakable experience, he had felt for the first time, the presence of a Friend. PART THREE, CHAPTER FOUR. THE FAMILY FACE. Mrs John Palmer replied by a handsome subscription to the letter informing her of the condition of Waynflete church. "Miss S.J. Palmer" sent fifty pounds as a tribute to her dear aunt's memory, from the Riviera, where she had gone with her mother; and others of the family and neighbours came forward liberally enough to put Mr Clifton in very high spirits. Miss Florella Vyner offered a modest five pounds, and, finally, Constancy sent fifteen, being the entire fruit of the story that had come into being at Moorhead. She sent it to Guy, and stated that it was a token of affection for dear Mrs Waynflete; but it was, perhaps, something of a sin-offering as well. Godfrey beheld her contribution with strange thrills. He was pleased, and yet life was harder after he had read, and secreted her little note, on the loss of which Guy did not comment. Life could not be very easy. Apart from his own troubles, there was a strain in living with any one in such a state of nervous tension as Guy, carefully as the elder brother controlled himself. His very reticence began to have an effect on Godfrey, and though he himself felt more and more the blessing of comparative inward peace, he could not but suffer much from the outward trial, and once his carefully maintained caution gave way, and he made a great mistake. "Look here," he said one morning in the early spring, as he studied his letters, "I asked Clifton to get this done for me." "What?" said Godfrey, looking. "A photo graph? Oh, that picture. What did you want it for?" "You don't mind? I wanted really to see it."