`Very well - though I half-feel as if I should like to have him with me! ... But Lord, I don't want to take him from 'ee - ever I should sin to speak so profane - though I should think you must have enough of your own! He's in very good hands, that I know; and I am not the woman to find fault with what the Lord has ordained. I've reached a more resigned frame of mind.'

`Indeed! I wish I had been able to do so.'

`You should try,' replied the widow, from the serene heights of a soul conscious not only of spiritual but of social superiority. `I make no boast of my awakening, but I'm not what I was. After Cartlett's death I was passing the chapel in the street next ours, and went into it for shelter from a shower of rain. I felt a need of some sort of support under my loss, and, as 'twas righter than gin, I took to going there regular, and found it a great comfort. But I've left London now, you know, and at present I am living at Alfredston, with my friend Anny, to be near my own old country. I'm not come here to the fair to-day. There's to be the foundation-stone of a new chapel laid this afternoon by a popular London preacher, and I drove over with Anny. Now I must go back to meet her.'

Then Arabella wished Sue good-bye, and went on.