"Very well. Meanwhile, this may be of service to you."
He gave her two shillings, and wishing her goodnight, the friends took their departure.
"What does all this mean, Rathbeal?" asked Robert Grantham. "I am wrapt in mystery."
"You trust me, Robert?"
"I would trust you with my life."
"Then believe that I have my reasons for keeping silence to-night. Before long the mystery shall be explained to you. I am working for your happiness, Robert."
"For my happiness?" echoed Grantham, with a groan.
"You are not a skeptic? You believe in eternal mercy and justice?"
"I do, God help me!"
"Hold fast to that belief. The clouds are breaking, and I see a light shining on your life. Do you remember poor Billy's last prayer?' O Lord God, give Mr. Gran all he wants, and a bit over!' The Lord of the Universe heard that prayer. Ask me no questions, but before you go to bed to-night pray with a thankful heart; for the age of miracles is not yet over, Robert, my friend."