But Andrew had gone to his room, and so she left the door open until Janet returned. And the first question Janet asked was concerning Andrew. “Has he come home yet, Christina? I’m feared for a boat on the sea to-night.”
“He is home, and I think he has fallen asleep. He looked very tired.”
“How is he taking his trouble?”
“Like a man. Like himself. He has had his wrestle out on the sea, and has come out with a victory.”
“The Lord be thanked! Now, Christina, I have heard everything about that wicked lassie. Let us have a cup of tea and a herring—for it is little good I had of Griselda’s wishy-washy brew—and then I’ll tell you the news of the wedding, the beginning and the end of it.”
CHAPTER VI. — WHERE IS MY MONEY?
In the morning it was still more evident that Andrew had thrown himself on God, and—unperplext seeking, had found him. But Janet wondered a little that he did not more demonstratively seek the comfort of The Book. It was her way in sorrow to appeal immediately to its known passages of promise and comfort, and she laid it open in his way with the remark:
“There is the Bible. Andrew; it will have a word, no doubt, for you.”