and I will go with you.'

'That's a dear mother! Then we'll all three go together. Come and help me
to get ready. Good little Mrs. Crewe! It will vex her sadly that I should
go to hear Mr. Tryan. But I must kiss her, and make it up with her.'

Many eyes were turned on Janet with a look of surprise as she walked up
the aisle of Paddiford Church. She felt a little tremor at the notice she
knew she was exciting, but it was a strong satisfaction to her that she
had been able at once to take a step that would let her neighbours know
her change of feeling towards Mr. Tryan: she had left herself now no room
for proud reluctance or weak hesitation. The walk through the sweet
spring air had stimulated all her fresh hopes, all her yearning desires
after purity, strength, and peace. She thought she should find a new
meaning in the prayers this morning; her full heart, like an overflowing
river, wanted those ready-made channels to pour itself into; and then she
should hear Mr. Tryan again, and his words would fall on her like
precious balm, as they had done last night. There was a liquid brightness
in her eyes as they rested on the mere walls, the pews, the weavers and
colliers in their Sunday clothes. The commonest things seemed to touch
the spring of love within her, just as, when we are suddenly released
from an acute absorbing bodily pain, our heart and senses leap out in new
freedom; we think even the noise of streets harmonious, and are ready to
hug the tradesman who is wrapping up our change. A door had been opened
in Janet's cold dark prison of self-despair, and the golden light of
morning was pouring in its slanting beams through the blessed opening.
There was sunlight in the world; there was a divine love caring for her;
it had given her an earnest of good things: it had been preparing comfort
for her in the very moment when she had thought herself most forsaken.

Mr. Tryan might well rejoice when his eye rested on her as he entered his
desk; but he rejoiced with trembling. He could not look at the sweet
hopeful face without remembering its yesterday's look of agony; and there
was the possibility that that look might return.

Janet's appearance at church was greeted not only by wondering eyes, but
by kind hearts, and after the service several of Mr. Tryan's hearers with
whom she had been on cold terms of late, contrived to come up to her and
take her by the hand.

'Mother,' said Miss Linnet, 'do let us go and speak to