before they had reached his lips.  But another thought gave him courage:  “There’s no man could love her better and leave her freer to follow the Lord’s work.”  They had been silent for many minutes now, since they had done talking about Bessy Cranage; Dinah seemed almost to have forgotten Seth’s presence, and her pace was becoming so much quicker that the sense of their being only a few minutes’ walk from the yard-gates of the Hall Farm at last gave Seth courage to speak.

“You’ve quite made up your mind to go back to Snowfield o’ Saturday, Dinah?”

“Yes,” said Dinah, quietly.  “I’m called there.  It was borne in upon my mind while I was meditating on Sunday night, as Sister Allen, who’s in a decline, is in need of me.  I saw her as plain as we see that bit of thin white cloud, lifting up her poor thin hand and beckoning to me.  And this morning when I opened the Bible for direction, the first words my eyes fell on were, ’And after we had seen the vision, immediately we endeavoured to go into Macedonia.’  If it wasn’t for that clear showing of the Lord’s will, I should be loath to go, for my heart yearns over my aunt and her little ones, and that poor wandering lamb Hetty Sorrel.  I’ve been much drawn out in prayer for her of late, and I look on it as a token that there may be mercy in store for her.”

“God grant it,” said Seth.  “For I doubt Adam’s heart is so set on her, he’ll never turn to anybody else; and yet it ’ud go to my heart if he was to marry her, for I canna think as she’d make him happy.  It’s a deep mystery—­the way the heart of man turns to one woman out of all the rest he’s seen i’ the world, and makes it easier for him to work seven year for her, like Jacob did for Rachel, sooner than have any other woman for th’ asking.  I often think of them words, ’And Jacob served seven years for Rachel; and they seemed to him but a few days for the love he had to her.’  I know those words ’ud come true with me, Dinah, if so be you’d give me hope as I might win you after seven years was over.  I know you think a husband ‘ud be taking up too much o’ your thoughts, because St. Paul says, ’She that’s married careth for the things of the world how she may please her husband’; and may happen you’ll think me overbold to speak to you about it again, after what you told me o’ your mind last Saturday.  But I’ve been thinking it over again by night and by day, and I’ve prayed not to be blinded by my own desires, to think what’s only good for me must be good for you too.  And it seems to me there’s more texts for your marrying than ever you can find against it.  For St. Paul says as plain as can be in another place, ’I will that the younger women marry, bear children, guide the house, give none occasion to the adversary to speak reproachfully’; and then ‘two are better than one’; and that holds good with marriage as well as with other things.  For we should be o’ one heart and o’ one mind, Dinah.  We both serve the same Master, and are striving after the same gifts; and I’d never be the husband to make a claim on you as could interfere with your doing the work God has fitted you for.  I’d make a shift, and fend indoor and out, to give you more liberty—­more than you can have now, for you’ve got to get your own living now, and I’m strong enough to work for us both.”