Quickly the door was opened by Edgeway.
George, raising his hat, walked rapidly away.
"I have been waiting for you," said Edgeway, smiling down at her.
She looked up at him with sudden pity.
"He seems always lonesome for me," she thought, "and now I am lonesome, too."
Then she said impulsively, "The rest of this week is yours."
"Thank you," he said warmly, and his eyes shone with a fervor that suddenly brought a question to her mind.
CHAPTER XXII.
To Save a Soul.
"Reaction follows all exceptional enthusiasm,—even be it of a religious nature. We may try to plead an exception in religion, but we deceive ourselves, if we do.