Good old fellow, he strikes me a good
deal more than all Ogilvie's discussions."
"Mr. Ogilvie has talked to you?"
"He has done his part both as cleric and your devoted servant,
mother, and, I confess, made the best of his case, as an able man
heartily convinced can do. Good night, mother."
"One moment, Bobus, my dear; I want one promise from you, to your old
Mother Carey. Call it a superstition and a charm if you will, but
promise. Take this Greek Testament, keep it with you, and read a few
verses every night. Promise me."
"Dear mother, I am ready to promise. I have read those poems and
letters several times in the original."
"But you will do this for me, beginning again when you have finished?
Promise."
"I will, mother, since it comforts you," said Bobus, in a tone that
she knew might be trusted.
The other little book, with the like request, in urgent and tender
entreaty, was made up into a parcel to be forwarded as soon as Mr.
Wakefield should learn Janet Hermann's address. It was all that the
mother could do, except to pray that this living Sword of the Spirit
might yet pierce its way to those closed hearts.
Nor was she quite happy about Barbara. Hitherto the girl had seemed,
as it were, one with Armine, and had been led by his precocious piety
into similar habits and aspirations, which had been fostered by her
intercourse with Sydney and the sharing with her of many a blissful
and romantic dream.
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