out of my head; and when I couldn't do that, I tried to think of him as evil, as something that the Lord who was loving me hated, and which I might hate too. But it wouldn't do. I broke down: I believe Christ himself broke me down; and when the Doctor gave me the bread and wine, and lent over me praying, I prayed for poor Flashman, as if it had been you or Arthur."
East buried his face in his hands on the table. Tom could feel the table tremble. At last he looked up, "Thank you again, Tom," said he; "you don't know what you may have done for me to-night. I think I see now how the right sort of sympathy with poor devils is got at."
"And you'll stop the Sacrament next time, won't you?" said Tom,
"Can I, before I'm confirmed?"
"Go and ask the Doctor."
"I will."
That very night, after prayers. East followed the Doctor and the old Verger bearing the candle, upstairs. Tom watched, and saw the Doctor turn round when he heard footsteps following him closer than usual, and say, "Hah, East! Do you want to speak to me, my man?"
"If you please, sir;" and the private door closed, and Tom went to his study in a state of great trouble of mind.
It was almost an hour before East came back: then he rushed in breathless.
"Well, it's all right," he shouted, seizing Tom by the hand. "I feel as if a ton weight were off my mind."
"Hurra," said Tom "I knew it would be: but tell us all about it."
