CHAPTER XXIV.
THE BEGINNING OF THE PILGRIMAGE--MESSAGE FROM JENNY If every inclination of his heart had not desired it too, Theophil would have gone on living at 3 Zion Place, for old Mrs.Talbot's sake; for now he was literally all she had left in the world, and what greater joy remained for either than just to sit close by the fire and talk of Jenny?
3 Zion Place was now a little chapel of memory, where a bowed ancient woman and a sad-faced young man kept up perpetual services to the holy dead.

A woman of her own years, also acquainted with grief, came to companion the old woman, a sort of lay sister in this little monastery of grief.

It was so piety began, and thus piety is purest and tenderest in the worship of the dead.

Everything in that house which had taken the impress of Jenny's fingers, been Jenny's to use or handle, remained exactly as and where Jenny had placed it.

They were as yet as fragrant of Jenny as a fresh-gathered flower of its own perfume.