But the most important gathering of Philip’s friends was that of the mill-men.  They met in the hall where he had so often spoken, and being crowded out of that by the great numbers, they finally secured the use of the court house.  This was crowded with an excited assembly, and in the course of very many short speeches in which the action of the church was severely condemned, a resolution was offered and adopted asking Mr. Strong to remain in Milton and organize an association or something of a similar order for the purpose of sociological study and agitation, pledging whatever financial support could be obtained from the working-people.  This also was caught up and magnified in the paper, and the town was still roused to excitement by all these reports when Philip returned home late Saturday afternoon, almost reeling with exhaustion, and his heart torn with the separation from his old chum.

However, he tried to conceal his weariness from Sarah, and partly succeeded.  After supper he went up to his study to prepare for the Sunday.  He had fully made up his mind what he would do, and he wanted to do it in a manner that would cast no reproach on his ministry, which he respected with sensitive reverence.

He shut the door and began his preparation by walking up and down, as his custom was, thinking out the details of the service, his sermon, the exact wording of certain phrases he wished to make.

He had been walking thus back and forth half a dozen times when he felt the same acute pain in his side that had seized him when he fainted in church at the evening service.  It passed away and he resumed his work, thinking it was only a passing disorder.  But before he could turn again in his walk he felt a dizziness that whirled everything in the room about him.  He clutched at a chair and was conscious of having missed it, and then he fell forward in such a way that he lay partly on the couch and on the floor, and was unconscious.

How long he had been in this condition he did not know when he came to himself.  He was thankful, when he did recover sufficiently to crawl to his feet and sit down on the couch, that Sarah had not seen him.  He managed to get over to his desk and begin to write something as he heard her coming upstairs.  He did not intend to deceive her.  His thought was that he would not unnecessarily alarm her.  He was very tired.  It did not need much urging to persuade him to get to bed.  And so, without saying anything of his second fainting attack, he went downstairs and was soon sleeping very heavily.

He awoke Sunday morning feeling strangely calm and refreshed.  The morning prayer with the Brother Man came like a benediction to them all.  Sarah, who had feared for him, owing to the severe strain he had been enduring, felt relieved as she saw how he appeared.  They all prepared to go to church, the Brother Man and William going out for the first time since the attack.