"May be they'll be more cap't yet, son Antony. I'll ask neither cat
nor Christian what door to knock at. I wish I may nivver stand at a
worse door than Mr. North's, that's a'. What say you to that, then?"

"I say you are quite right, father."

"I'm nivver far wrong, my lad; nobody is that lets a kind heart lead
them, and it would be against nature if I didn't stand up for any
Craven that's i' trouble."

Phyllis, who was sitting beside him, laid her hand upon his a moment,
and he lifted his eyes and met hers. There was such a light and look
of sympathy and admiration in them, that she had no need to say a word.
He felt that he had done the right thing, and was pleased with himself
for doing it. In a good man there is still a deal of the divinity from
which he has fallen, and in his times of trial his heart throbs upward.

Dinner was insensibly hurried, and when Elizabeth rose Phyllis followed
her. "I must go with you dear; if Martha is a Methodist she is my
sister, and she has a right to my sympathy and my purse, if it is
necessary to her."

"I shall be glad. It is only a pleasant walk through the park, and
Antony and Richard can meet us at the park gates. I think you will
like Martha."

Few words were spoken by the two girls as they went in the amber
twilight across the green, green turf of the park. Martha saw them
coming and was at her door when they stepped inside the fragrant patch