"I wish you could see Mr. Rhys," said Julia. "He would help you to feel better, I know."
Eleanor was silent, shedding tears quietly.
"Couldn't you come down and see him, Eleanor?"
"Child, how absurdly you talk! Do not speak of Mr. Rhys to me or to any one else—unless you want him sent out of the village."
"Why, who would send him?" said Julia. "But he is going without anybody's sending him. He is going as soon as he gets well, and he says that will be very soon." Julia spoke very sorrowfully. "He is well enough to preach again. He is going to preach at Brompton. I wish I could hear him."
"When?"
"Next Monday evening."
"Monday evening?"
"Yes."
"I shall want to purchase things at Brompton Monday," said Eleanor to herself, her heart leaping up light. "I shall take the carriage and go."