"It is just that, an obsession. I can't sleep sometimes for thinking of her, and my first waking thoughts are of how I can circumvent her."
"Then let me give you a receipt for jealousy. Whenever you find yourself thinking of Mrs. Greville, pray, and then resolutely turn your thoughts away from her."
"It will be very difficult," said Rachel, looking down. "She has got quite on my mind."
"With God all things are possible."
"I sometimes wonder if I am really a Child of God," said Rachel. "I am so very far from being like the Lord Jesus Christ."
"You must not let the great enemy of souls tempt you to despond," said the Bishop. "That is the kind of atmosphere in which he delights to do his work. You gave yourself to God at the time of your confirmation, I remember. Don't listen to the doubts that the Devil suggests. You are a Child of God, but just at present not a very happy or good one."
"I ought to be happy," said Rachel looking up with a smile, "with such a husband as Luke. I only hope I do not love him too much."
"I don't think so. I doubt if it is possible to love a husband too much; but it is very possible to love God, Who gave him to you, too little."
Rachel looked up again into the Bishop's face.
"I do want to be good," she said, "and really I have everything to make me happy; if I am not happy it is my own fault, I quite see that." Then she looked at her watch.