now that Jenny was more valuable than
ever. She knew him too well to expect it of him, and did not want
to leave him to vex Herbert by any expression of his opinion on the
matter, and on this account, as well as on that of the fatigue she
saw on her patient's features, she refused his kind offer of keeping
guard while she went in the afternoon to church, adding that Herbert
must rest, as Mrs. Duncombe was coming afterwards to take leave of
him.

Philip shrugged his shoulders in horror, and declared that he should
not return again till _that_ was over; but he should look in again
before he went home to settle about Herbert's coming to York.

"York!" said Herbert, with a gasp, as Jenny brought his jelly, and
arranged his pillows for a rest, while the dragoon's boots resounded
on the stairs. "Please tell him to say no more about it. I want
them all to understand that I'm not going in for that sort of thing
any more."

"My dear, I think you had better not say things hotly and rashly;
you may feel so very differently by and by."

"I know that," said Herbert; "but after all it is only what my
ordination vows mean, though I did not see it then. And this year
must be a penance year; I had made up my mind to that before I fell
ill."

"Only you must get well," said Jenny.

"That takes care of itself when one is sound to begin with," said
Herbert. "And now that I have been brought back again, and had my
eyes opened, and have got another trial given me, it would be double
shame to throw it away."

"I don't think you will do that."

"I only pray that all that seems burnt out of me by what I have
seen, and heard, and felt, may not come back with my strength."

"I could hardly pray that for you, Herbert," said Jenny. "Spirits
are wanted to bear a clergyman through his work, and though you are
quite right not to _go in_ for those things, I should be sorry if
you never enjoyed what came in your way."

"If I never was tempted."

"It need not be temptation. It would not be if your mind were full
of your work--it would only be refreshment. I don't want my boy to
turn stern, and dry, and ungenial. That would not be like your
Rector."

"My Rector did not make such a bad start, and can trust himself
better," said Herbert. "Come, Jenny, don't look at me in that way.
You can't wish me to go to York, and meet those rattling girls
again?"

"No, certainly not, though Sister Margaret told Rosamond they had
never had su