rage without the old
overpowering dread. For a delicious hope--the hope of purification and
inward peace--had entered into Janet's soul, and made it spring-time
there as well as in the outer world.

While her mother was brushing and coiling up her thick black hair--a
favourite task, because it seemed to renew the days of her daughter's
girlhood--Janet told how she came to send for Mr. Tryan, how she had
remembered their meeting at Sally Martin's in the autumn, and had felt an
irresistible desire to see him, and tell him her sins and her troubles.

'I see God's goodness now, mother, in ordering it so that we should meet
in that way, to overcome my prejudice against him, and make me feel that
he was good, and then bringing it back to my mind in the depth of my
trouble. You know what foolish things I used to say about him, knowing
nothing of him all the while. And yet he was the man who was to give me
comfort and help when everything else failed me. It is wonderful how I
feel able to speak to him as I never have done to any one before; and how
every word he says to me enters my heart and has a new meaning for me. I
think it must be because he has felt life more deeply than others, and
has a deeper faith. I believe everything he says at once. His words come
to me like rain on the parched ground. It has always seemed to me before
as if I could see behind people's words, as one sees behind a screen; but
in Mr. Tryan it is his very soul that speaks.'

'Well, my dear child, I love and bless him for your sake, if he has given
you any comfort. I never believed the harm people said of him, though I
had no desire to go and hear him, for I am contented with old-fashioned
ways. I find more good teaching than I can practise in reading my Bible
at home, and hearing Mr. Crewe at church. But your wants are different,
my dear, and we are not all led by the same road. That was certainly good
advice of Mr. Tryan's you told me of last night--that we should consult
some one that may interfere for you with your husband; and I have been
turning it over in my mind while I've been lying awake in the night. I
think nobody will do so well as Mr. Benjamin Landor, for we must have a
man that knows the law, and that Robert is rather afraid of. And perhaps
he could bring about an agreement for you to live apart. Your husband's
bound to maintain you, you know; and, if you liked, we could move away
from Milby and live somewhere else.'

'O, mother, w