Oh, what grace!  Oh, what a lightened soul!—­to be free as a child unborn of any guilt of sins!  She caught her breath with a little convulsive sob and sank back in her seat, grasping Winifred’s hand with a tight, expressive grip.  She trusted herself with no words when the meeting ended, but blinking back the tears that sparkled in her eyes made a hasty exit from the hall.

The days of Mr. Gerald Bond’s visit to the Grays were all happy ones.  Hubert and Winifred were living in a new world of revelation, and delighted exceedingly in the help one well instructed and “apt to teach” was able to give them in the mystery of the faith.  Mr. Gray, too, enjoyed his guest’s presence and brought knotty questions to him daily for solution.  Mrs. Gray recognized the excellent spirit that was in him, and found herself quietly wondering more than once why the other ministers she knew did not seem equally interested in the matters of their calling when off duty, so to speak, but were so much at home in all the affairs of the world.  Gerald Bond seemed to live in the atmosphere of the holy things in which he ministered, and Mrs. Gray looked upon him with an admiration akin to awe.  But he was nevertheless so thoroughly a man, of finest sympathy, courteous, gentle, and withal possessed of a genial, penetrating wit which all enjoyed, that Mrs. Gray could not simply admire him from afar, but took him into her heart with a warm liking.  She looked forward with real regret to the day when the yellow-and-white room would be without its occupant.

Hubert came in for the greater share of the young man’s leisure hours, and evening often saw them pacing the garden walks, or lingering meditatively by its fountain, in deepest conversation.  In Hubert’s soul still the question was burning, “Lord, what wilt Thou have me to do?” and beyond a thin veil of time the answer was waiting him.  “God . . . hath appointed thee to know His will, and to see the Righteous One, and to hear a voice from His mouth.  For thou shalt be a witness for Him.”

The Bible lectures came and went, having no more rapt listener than Adele Forrester, who marveled at the light that had come to her, illuminating all truth that she had formally learned and recited, and adding wondrous things out of the Law never hinted at before.  When Sunday came she went to church a true worshiper, and sang with all her heart: 

  “O sing unto the Lord a new song
  For He hath done marvellous things.”

She did not follow Winifred’s course in retiring from the choir, and explained to her afterwards: 

“It did not seem the right thing for me, dear, although I think you did just right.  You see, I am not a star singer, for one thing, and never sing solos.  So my temptation to show off would not be like yours with your exquisite voice.  Though I do believe, Winifred,” she said earnestly, “that one might do that some day—­sing solos, I mean—­with a sincere heart to the