Thus, by sitting up till two in the morning, and rising again at six for his private devotions, before walking a mile and a half up to church for the morning service, Frank Headley burnt the candle of life at both ends very effectually, and showed that he did so by his pale cheeks and red eyes.
"Ah!" said Tom, as he entered.

"As usual: poor Nature is being robbed and murdered by rich Grace." "What do you mean now ?" asked Frank, smiling, for he had become accustomed enough to Tom's quaint parables, though he had to scold him often enough for their irreverence.
"Nature says, 'after dinner sit awhile;' and even the dumb animals hear her voice, and lie by for a siesta when their stomachs are full.
Grace says, 'Jump up and rush out the moment you have swallowed your food; and if you get an indigestion, abuse poor Nature for it; and lay the blame on Adam's fall.'" "You are irreverent, my good sir, as usual; but you are unjust also this time." "How then ?" "Unjust to Grace, as you phrase it," answered Frank, with a quaint sad smile.

"I assure you on my honour, that Grace has nothing whatsoever to do with my 'rushing out' just now, but simply the desire to do my good works that they may be seen of men.

I hate going out.

I should like to sit and read the whole afternoon: but I am afraid lest the dissenters should say, 'He has not been to see so-and-so for the last three days;' so off I go, and no credit to me." Why had Frank dared, upon a month's acquaintance, to lay bare his own heart thus to a man of no creed at all?
Because, I suppose, amid all differences, he had found one point of likeness between himself and Thurnall; he had found that Tom at heart was a truly genuine man, sincere and faithful to his own scheme of the universe.
How that man, through all his eventful life, had been enabled to "Bate not a jot of heart or hope, But steer right onward," was a problem which Frank longed curiously, and yet fearfully withal, to solve.