"Now you can go and call the minister," she said.
Matilda thought she was having the rarest of pleasant times, as she crossed the little dining-room and the square yard of hall that came next, and went into the study. Fire Was burning in the wide chimney there as usual; the room was very sweet and still; Mr Richmond sat before the fire with a book.
"I thought you were coming to talk to me, Tilly?" he said, stretching out his hand to draw her up to him.
"Miss Redwood was showing me how to do things, Mr. Richmond."
"Then you do want to talk to me?"
"Oh yes, sir. But, Mr. Richmond, tea is ready."
"We'll eat first then, and talk afterward. What is the talk to be about, Tilly? just to give me an idea."
"It is about—I do not know what is right about something, Mr. Richmond. I do not know what I ought to do."
"Have you looked in the Bible to find out?"
"No, sir. I didn't know where to look, Mr. Richmond."