No love can hold her back.

My Jenny, my Jenny!" And all the time he had been curiously calm, almost unfeeling,--as one standing stupefied in the presence of fate.

The air seemed full of boding sounds, echoes of low thunder, as from a distant world in the throes of portentous change; and he told himself mechanically that he should know the meaning of those sounds some day.

He should wake up soon from this unnatural torpor of pain to an empty house of life, through the cold halls of which he would seek in vain for Jenny for evermore.
Meanwhile, he suddenly found himself standing with his back to the fire in the lighted study, talking to Mr.Moggridge, who, late as was the hour, had called for news, and had stayed on from a perception that the young minister had best have some one to talk to as far into the morning as he would go on talking.

They were talking in a business-like way of Zion; and Theophil was smoking cigarette after cigarette.