"Because it seems to me you are not caring in earnest about this matter."
He kissed the hand, without asking permission. But it was done with a grateful warm expression of feeling.
"I will do whatever you tell me to do!" he said.
How Faith wished she could send him to another adviser! But that she could not.
"Tell me," he repeated. "I will do it." The look and tone were earnest, moved, and warm; she had hardly seen the like in Dr. Harrison before.
"Then, Dr. Harrison, I wish you would read the Bible, with the determination to do what you find there you ought."
"I will," he said smiling. "And if I get into difficulty you must help me."
The rest of the way was extremely pleasant, after that; only it seemed to Faith that they met all the world! First there was Cecilia Deacon, whose eyes took good note, she thought, of both the walkers from head to foot. Then they met at intervals every one of Faith's Sunday school scholars; for every one of whom she had a glad greeting and word which she must stop for, somewhat to the doctor's amused edification. Miss Bezac happened, of all people, to be going up street when they were going down; and her eyes looked rather with some wistful gravity upon the pair, for all her pleasant nods to both. Then Mrs. Somers.
"Well I think you are Faith!"—was her brisk remark,—"or faith_less_—which is it? Julius, I heard a remarkable story about you yesterday."
"Aunt Ellen—I like to hear remarkable stories. Especially about anything remarkable."