It was pleasant to worship God in the same house with his friend, to sing the same hymns, and use the solemn words of the same beautiful service. The service ended, Roland paused a moment at the door, hoping to receive one passing glance, but Madeline walked out, closely attended by Lord N----, who handed the party to their carriage, ere he entered his own; she did not even see Roland. His heart sank, for he could not bear to think himself forgotten. Edmund still continued to rave about Madeline, telling whenever he met her, and running on in the same strain about her beauty. The next Sunday, Roland bent his steps to the Ragged School in one of the lanes of London. When he entered, he was surprised to see several ladies of rank in the audience. It was a novel sight, for there were large numbers present from the very lowest haunts, clothed in rags and filth, even up to those who had adopted some of the customs of civilized humanity. Far up the room, he thought that he saw a familiar form; he advanced, and attended by Lord N---- and his sister, sat Madeline, in all the sweet simplicity of her girlish days. She saw Roland, a bright smile welcomed him, and he stepped forward extending his hand, his honest, strong, guiding hand; the very touch was strength to Madeline. No more salutations were exchanged until the close of the services. "How came you here, Miss Madeline?" was the first question. "Did you not tell me to visit such places when I came to London, Mr. Bruce?" was the frank, artless answer. "Thank you, Miss Madeline for the remembrance; have you learned anything by your visits?" "A great deal, for Lord N---- and Lady Alice are both interested in these good works, and they have told me the various ways by which these poor creatures may be reached." "London and its gayeties have not then wholly obliterated your desires to do good, Miss Madeline." "By no means, Mr. Bruce," replied Madeline, with one of her brightest smiles; "I am only anxious to be once more at Woodcliff to put some of my plans into practice." "How is Mr. Hamilton, Miss Madeline?" "Rather better; we see that London air agrees with him, and shall, therefore, stay longer in England than we had at first intended." This was a short, but pleasant interview, and Roland felt cheered by the few hasty words dropped by Madeline.