And, of course, Miss Wygant was touched. “I will see what I can do for her,” she said. “What would you suggest?”
“I thought,” said he boldly, “that maybe there might be some place for her at your home. That would make her so happy, you know.”
“I will see,” said the other. “Will you bring her to see me to-morrow, Samuel?”
“I will,” said he; and then he chanced to look into her face, and he caught again that piercing gaze which made the blood leap into his cheeks, and the strange and terrible emotions to stir in him. He turned his eyes away again, and his knees were trembling as he passed on down the aisle.
He stood and watched Miss Gladys enter her motor. Then he bade good-by to Ethel and her mother, and hurried back into the vestry room to tell Dr. Vince of his good fortune.
The good doctor had just slipped out of his vestments, and was putting on his cuffs. “I am so glad to hear it!” he said. “It was the very thing to do!”
“Yes,” said Samuel. “And, doctor, I've thought of something else.”
“What is that, Samuel?”
“I'll have to have a minute or two to tell you about it.”
“I'm just going to dinner now”—began the doctor.