As for His glory we may count
Above the heavens high to be.
With God the Lord who may compare,
Whose dwellings in the heavens are;
Of such great power and force is He.
But the bitter memory of his father’s death returned to him, and when another psalm was started he closed his door and hardened his heart; as soon as the soldiers had left the village he resolved to set out for Canon Frome.
Meanwhile Gabriel and Hilary were viewing Waghorn’s work in the church.
“It was such a grief to my uncle,” said Hilary. “Often in former times I have seen him sitting here about sunset quietly enjoying the beauty of the place and the jewel-like colouring of the window.”
“I am sorry Waghorn destroyed it,” said Gabriel. “Yet it would be dishonest of me to let you think that I am wholly without the usual Puritan feeling. To paint an imaginary picture of the Christ seems to me taking an unwarrantable liberty, which we should not allow a painter to take with any other friend or kinsman.”
“Don’t you mind spoiling a beautiful thing?” she said, wonderingly.