"There 's nothing for me to forgive, Aunt Hester. I 'm sorry I 've spoiled your plans."
"I 'm glad, fur mebbe God 'll have a chance now to work His own plans. But pore little 'Lizabeth!"
Brent's heart hurt him as he heard the familiar name, and he turned abruptly and went to his room. Once there, he had it out with himself. "But," he told himself, "if I had the emergency to meet again, I should do the same thing."
The next morning's mail brought him a little packet in which lay the ring he had given Elizabeth to plight their troth.
"I thank you for this," he said. "It makes my way easier."
CHAPTER XIV
The story of the altercation between the young minister and a part of his congregation was well bruited about the town, and all united in placing the fault heavily on the young man's shoulders. As for him, he did not care. He was wild with the enjoyment of his new-found freedom. Only now and again, as he sat at the table the morning after, and looked into the sad faces of Eliphalet and his guardian, did he feel any sorrow at the turn matters had taken.
In regard to Elizabeth, he felt only relief. It was as if a half-defined idea in his mind had been suddenly realised. For some time he had believed her unable either to understand him or to sympathise with his motives. He had begun to doubt the depth of his own feeling for her. Then had come her treatment of him last Sunday, and somehow, while he knew it was at her father's behest, he could not help despising her weakness.