theological round, can only efficiently meet those antagonists who voluntarily come inside of their own ring.
His habit of control, however, enabled him to say, with a moderately friendly manner, as he took leave: "We will talk again when you are stronger. It is my duty to give spiritual help to those who seek it."
To Rachel Miller he said: "I cannot say that he is dark. His mind is cloudy, but we find that the vanities of youth often obscure the true light for a time."
Joseph leaned back in his arm-chair, closed his eyes, and meditated earnestly for half an hour. Bachel Miller, uncertain whether to be hopeful or discouraged by Mr. Chaffinch's words, stole into the room, but went about on tiptoe, supposing him to be asleep. Joseph was fully conscious of all her movements, and at last startled her by the sudden question:—
"Aunt, why do you suppose I went to the city?"
"Goodness, Joseph! I thought you were sound asleep. I suppose to see about the fall prices for grain and cattle."
"No, aunt," said he, speaking with determination, though the foolish blood ran rosily over his face, "I went to get a wife!"
She stood pale and speechless, staring at him. But for the rosy sign on his cheeks and temples she could not have believed his words.
"Miss Blessing?" she finally uttered, almost in a whisper.
Joseph nodded his head. She dropped into the nearest chair, drew two or three long breaths, and in an indescribable tone ejaculated, "Well!"
"I knew you would be surprised," said he; "because it is almost a surprise to myself. But you and she seemed to fall so easily into each other's ways, that I hope—"
