"Yes; but not altogether over that. There is something else, Brother Malby. I'll have to tell you about it. Will we be uninterrupted here?"
"Come with me," said the elder and he took him into his own room up a flight of stairs. "Now, then, what can I do to help you?"
"You will pardon me, I know; but somehow, I was led to tell you my story on ship-board, and you're the only one I can talk to now." Then Chester told the elder what he had learned. When he had finished, the elder's face was very grave.
"What ought I to do?" asked Chester; "what can I do?"
The other shook his head. "This is a strange story," he said; "but there can be no doubt that you are his son. You look like him. I noticed it on ship-board, but of course said nothing about it. But you do look like him."
"Do I?"
"Yes; but why he encouraged you to make love to your sister—that is beyond me—I—I don't know what to say."
"Oh, what can I do?"
There was a pause. Then the elder as if weighing well every word, said:
"My boy, you can pray."