“You deserve it all. You were an angel of light to that poor fellow.”
They walked on some way in silence. Then she said—
“Storr Alley is so different now, Mr Jeffreys. A family of seven is in your garret. You would hardly know the place.”
“It would be strange indeed if I did not, for I too saw light there.”
“How wonderful it all was!” said Raby.
“When Jonah was telling me about his good protector, John, how little I dreamed it was you!”
“And when you wrote this little letter,” said he, showing her the precious scrap of paper, “how little you dreamed who would bless you for it!”
“The blessing belonged, did it not, to Him Who has been leading us all, in mercy, in His own way?”
Again they walked in silence.
Was it accident, or what, which brought them, without knowing it, to a spot which to each was full of painful memories?