"What, sir?" said Faith.
"I should like to have you answer me that; but I am sorry, I see Mrs. Derrick's house not far beyond us.—I saw our friend Mr. Linden this morning."
"Is he better?" said Faith simply.
"He's doing very well. I told him he'd be a terribly famous man after this. And it's begun. I found near all the boys in Pattaquasset assembled there this morning."
"His Bible class—" said Faith, with a feeling which did not however come into her face or voice, and Dr. Harrison watched both.
"Here is your Bible," he said as they stopped at the little gate. "Do you always look so pale on Sundays?" he added with a look and tone of half professional half friendly freedom.
"Not always," Faith said; but there came at the same time a little tinge into the cheeks,—that Dr. Harrison wished away.
"May I come and earn your forgiveness for yesterday's stupidity?"
"Certainly!" Faith said,—"but there needs no forgiveness—from me, Dr.
Harrison."
He left her with a graceful, reverential obeisance; and Faith went in.