And it was a happy time in the one only way which comes from duty done.  A sweet, quiet peace abode in every heart.  Was not the Heavenly Father well pleased with these as He had been when the Son had done likewise.  And the Holy Ghost, the Comforter from heaven rested upon them softly as a dove,—­that was the secret of their supreme joy.

As Lucy had predicted, Uncle Gilbert’s curiosity brought him to Chester for more information regarding Utah and the “Mormons.”  The very next day after the baptism, Uncle Gilbert met Chester before he entered the house.  They greeted each other pleasantly, and then Chester inquired about Lucy, and how she was feeling.

“Lucy seems to be all right,” was the reply, “though her father isn’t so well this morning.  He had a bad night but is sleeping now.  That’s why I met you here, so that he might not be disturbed by the bell.”

“I’m sorry,” said Chester.  “These attacks seem to be coming frequently.”

“My brother has not been well for years.  For a long time he has had to fight hard with himself and his nerves.  Sometimes they get the best of him for a time, and, of course, as he gets older, he has less strength.  I wish we could get him to Kildare Villa.  He would be himself again down there.”

“We were to have gone in a day or two, were we not?”

“Yes; but he can’t leave yet—­Do you want to see Lucy?”

“Just for a few moments; she’ll be busy with her father.”

Uncle Gilbert went in the house, considerately sending her out alone.  She was radiantly beautiful to Chester that morning in her soft white dress, fluffy hair, and glowing eyes; but he only looked his love for her, and said: 

“Good morning, Sister Strong.”

“Good morning, Brother Lawrence,” she responded.

“How are you feeling?”

“I am feeling fine.  But poor papa—­”

“Yes; Uncle Gilbert told me.”

“We’ll have to remain here until he gets over the attack.  Uncle is anxious to get home, and I must admit I’d rather be at Kildare Villa than here.”

Then Uncle Gilbert came out with hat and cane.  He was going for a walk with Chester, he said, for it would be wiser not to disturb the sleeper.  He explained to Lucy that her father was getting a much needed rest, and that she was to see to it that he was not disturbed.  Chester would “keep” with his Uncle Gilbert for a few hours.

The morning was fair, so the two men struck out for Hyde Park.  They walked across the big stretches of grass, then rested on a seat by the Serpentine.  As yet, not many people were about, and the London hum had not risen to its highest pitch.

Uncle Gilbert wanted to know about Utah, and Chester entered into a detailed description of the state and her people.

“I have, of course, heard of the Mormon people; but I will admit my ideas are somewhat vague.  My brother, as a preacher, must of course, have come in contact with all sorts of religious professions.  He seems to know considerable about Mormonism.  Where did he learn that?”