"His reputation for sanctity in Constantinople was immense, and at both sides of the Bosphorus he was the admiration of the old women and the wonder of the little boys, and an excellent Dervish, a friend of his, who was obliged to leave after having been bastinadoed for a petty larceny, told me he has seen even the town dogs and the asses hold down their heads, upon my life, as he passed by, to receive his blessing!"
"Superstition—but still it shows, sir"——
"To be sure it does, ma'am."
"It shows that his sufferings—my darling Arthur—had made a real change."
"Oh! a complete change, ma'am. Egad, a very complete change, indeed!"
"When he left this, sir, he was—oh! my darling! thoughtless, volatile"——
"An infidel and a scamp—eh? So he told me, ma'am."
"And I have prayed that his sufferings might be sanctified to him," she continued, "and that he might be converted, even though I should never see him more."
"So he was, ma'am; I can vouch for that," said Mr. Dingwell.
Again poor Mrs. Mervyn broke into a rapture of thanksgiving.