"I trust you understand the conditions of the sale, sir," and the
auctioneer looked curiously at the clergyman, who was standing somewhat by
himself. "One-third of the amount down, and the balance in half-yearly
payments. I only mention this in case you may not know it."

"I understand perfectly well," was the reply. "The _whole_ amount
shall be paid at once, and the matter settled without delay."

"Guess the ministry must be a payin' job," sneered Farrington, "when a
poor country parson kin fork out four thousand dollars at one slap. I see
now why ye're allus dunnin' us fer money. Mebbe ye've got a hot sermon all
ready on the subject fer us next Sunday."

Mr. Westmore looked intently at the man for an instant, and his lips
parted as if to reply. Instead, however, he turned without a word and
moved slowly towards the house.

He reached Nora's side, and took her outstretched hand in his. Tears of
joy were in her eyes as she lifted them to her Rector's face, and
endeavoured to find adequate words in which to express her gratitude.

"I know we are safe now!" she said. "But we never thought of you buying
the place! I cannot understand it at all. Four thousand dollars! What a
lot of money!"

"No, my child, you cannot understand it now, but you will some day," and
as Mr. Westmore turned his face towards the window a tear might have been
detected stealing slowly down his furrowed cheek.