He thought, also, that Miss Philippa was
very good to be so good to him. In
those next few days, before he was strong
enough to be moved back to his own
house, he thought more of her goodness
and less of her salvation. It was then
that he had his great moment, his
revealing moment! All of a sudden, at
the touch of Life, his honest artificiality
had dropped from him, and he knew
that he had never before known anything
worth knowing! He knew he
was in love. He knew it when he
realized that he was not in the least
troubled about her soul. "That is
what she meant!" he thought; "she
wanted me to care for her, before I
cared for her soul." He was so simple
in his acceptance of the revelation that
she loved him, that when he went to
ask her to be his wife the blow of her
reply almost knocked him back into his
ministerial affectations:

"No."

When John Fenn got home that evening
he went into his study and shut
the door. Mary came and pounded on it,
but he only said, in a muffled voice: