e, we must never forget that there will be an answer.

"'In this matter, young sir, I have gone beyond the limits which men
set for the proper activities of a priest of the church. I do not
apologise. I have done this, partly because your people are my own,
my friends and my comrades of old, partly because you yourself
came to me in a confidence which I do not forget, partly--and most,
perhaps--because where my people and their rights are in question I
have never greatly respected those limits which men set. I put
these things before you so that when the answer comes you will
remember that you engaged yourself in this business solely in
defence of the right. So it is not your personal fight and you must
try to keep from your mind and heart the bitterness of a quarrel.
The struggle is a larger thing than that and you must keep your heart
larger still and above it. I fear that you will sorely need to
remember this.

"'My sincerest regards to your family and to all my friends in the
hills, not forgetting your friend Ruth.' That's all," said Jeffrey,
folding the letter. "I wish he'd said more about how he managed the
thing."

"Isn't it enough to know that he did manage it, without bothering
about how? That is the way he does everything."

"I suppose I ought to be satisfied," said Jeffrey as he gathered up
his reins. "But I wonder what he means by that last part of the
letter. It sounds like a warning to me."

"It is a warning to you," said Ruth thoughtfully.

"Why, what does it mean? What does he think I'm likely to do?"

"Maybe he does not mean what you are likely to do exactly," said Ruth,
trying to choose her words wisely; "maybe he is thinking more of what
you are likely to feel. Maybe he is talking to your heart rather than
to your head or about your actions."

"Now I don't know what you mean, either," said Jeffrey a little
discontentedly.

"I know I oughtn't to try to tell you what the Bishop means, for I
don't know myself. But I've been worried and I'm sure your mother has
too," said Ruth reluctantly.

"But what is it?" said Jeffrey quickly. "What have I been doing?"

"I'm sure it isn't anything you've done, nor anything maybe that
you're likely to do. I don't know just what it is, or how to say it.
But, Jeffrey, you remember what you said that day in the Bishop's
house at Alden?"

"Yes, and I remember what you said, too."

"We both meant it," Ruth returned gravely, not attempting to evade any
of th