"Yes, I will see her; but first, first, will you pray with me?"
Mr. Home knelt down at once. The gray-headed and sinful man knelt by his side. Then the clergyman hurried away to fetch his wife.
CHAPTER LIII.
THE PRINCE OF PEACE.
It was very nearly midnight when Mr. Home, entering the sitting-room where his wife waited up for him, asked her to come with him at once.
"There is a hansom at the door," he said, "put on your bonnet and come. I will tell you all as we drive along; come at once, we have not a moment to lose."
Charlotte Home, accustomed as Home's wife to imperative demands, only thought of a night's nursing of some specially poor patient. She rose without a word, and in two minutes they were driving, as fast as a fleet horse could take them to Prince's Gate.
"Charlotte," said her husband, taking her hand, "God has heard my prayer, God has given me the man's soul."
"Whose soul, my dearest?"