’It’s religion as must comfort thee, child, as it’s done many a one afore thee.’

‘How?’ said Sylvia, looking up, startled to find herself an object of notice.

‘How?’ (The answer was not quite so ready as the precept had been.) ‘Read thy Bible, and thou wilt learn.’

‘But I cannot read,’ said Sylvia, too desperate any longer to conceal her ignorance.

’Not read! and thee Philip’s wife as was such a great scholar!  Of a surety the ways o’ this life are crooked!  There was our Hester, as can read as well as any minister, and Philip passes over her to go and choose a young lass as cannot read her Bible.’

‘Was Philip and Hester——­’

Sylvia paused, for though a new curiosity had dawned upon her, she did not know how to word her question.

’Many a time and oft have I seen Hester take comfort in her Bible when Philip was following after thee.  She knew where to go for consolation.’

‘I’d fain read,’ said Sylvia, humbly, ’if anybody would learn me; for perhaps it might do me good; I’m noane so happy.’

Her eyes, as she looked up at Alice’s stern countenance, were full of tears.

The old woman saw it, and was touched, although she did not immediately show her sympathy.  But she took her own time, and made no reply.

The next day, however, she bade Sylvia come to her, and then and there, as if her pupil had been a little child, she began to teach Sylvia to read the first chapter of Genesis; for all other reading but the Scriptures was as vanity to her, and she would not condescend to the weakness of other books.  Sylvia was now, as ever, slow at book-learning; but she was meek and desirous to be taught, and her willingness in this respect pleased Alice, and drew her singularly towards one who, from being a pupil, might become a convert.

All this time Sylvia never lost the curiosity that had been excited by the few words Alice had let drop about Hester and Philip, and by degrees she approached the subject again, and had the idea then started confirmed by Alice, who had no scruple in using the past experience of her own, of her daughter’s, or of any one’s life, as an instrument to prove the vanity of setting the heart on anything earthly.

This knowledge, unsuspected before, sank deep into Sylvia’s thoughts, and gave her a strange interest in Hester—­poor Hester, whose life she had so crossed and blighted, even by the very blighting of her own.  She gave Hester her own former passionate feelings for Kinraid, and wondered how she herself should have felt towards any one who had come between her and him, and wiled his love away.  When she remembered Hester’s unfailing sweetness and kindness towards herself from the very first, she could better bear the comparative coldness of her present behaviour.

She tried, indeed, hard to win back the favour she had lost; but the very means she took were blunders, and only made it seem to her as if she could never again do right in Hester’s eyes.