“Yes—by being patient and helpful; that is just what you have been here. I have seen it and rejoiced in it, Miss Andrews.”
She looked away from him with a little gesture of protest, but he did not heed her.
“And I know,” he went on, “that you can understand something of the feeling and purpose that kept me here for those four years before you came; you know I had practically no success at all till then.”
“Oh, yes, you had!” she cried. “You had done so much! I think the field was ready.”
“For instance,” he went on quietly, “I should never have found Tommy Remington.”
“I did not find him—he came to me of his own accord.”
“I had been here four years, but he never thought of coming to me. And no doubt there are many others who will come, as time goes on—though, I fancy, few quite like him. I have great hopes for him.”
“Yes—I know; and so have I. And I am sure we are not going to be disappointed—”
“Since Jabez Smith has made the way so smooth for us.”
“What a splendid man he is!” she cried. “Who would have thought that here—in this place—”