"It's a decided step, Sally; I wonder if you have thought it over enough? You will probably wake up from this religious craze to find yourself bound down to a creed which your reason rejects."
"It is conviction, not a craze," said Sally. "I have thought about little else for a whole year, and my mind is quite made up."
"Very well, then; I have nothing more to say. You are of age, and must decide such things for yourself; but you've sprung it upon me somewhat suddenly, Sally. I suppose it was by Mr. Curzon's advice that you kept your change of opinion dark?"
"Oh dear no! he wished me to tell you weeks ago. But I've been so happy, I cared so much, I felt as if I could not discuss things with any one who differed from me."
"Then we won't discuss it," Paul said, drawing a long breath. "What time does the thing come off? I'll go down and order the fly; I can't let you walk up to church like that."
"May is going to call for me; she is coming to the service."
"Miss Webster!" said Paul, with a rather incredulous laugh. "I should not have thought it was at all in her line."
"She's glad; she thinks I'm right," said Sally, gently.
It was on the tip of Paul's tongue to ask Sally if she had heard anything of May's rumoured engagement to Sir Cecil Bland; but some fear lest the answer should be in the affirmative held him back. When the carriage from the Court drew up at the gate, he went down to put Sally in, and was rewarded by a friendly nod and smile from May.
"Aren't you coming, too?" she asked boldly. "It would make Sally so happy if you did."