To Grace he seemed one of the old Scotch Covenanters of whom she had read, risen from the dead to preach there from his rock beneath the great temple of God's air, a wider and a juster creed than theirs.

Frank drew Thurnall's arm through his, and whispered, "I shall thank you for this to my dying day:" but Thurnall held down his head.

He seemed deeply moved.

At last, half to himself,-- "Humph! I believe that between this man and that girl, you will make a Christian even of me some day!" But the lull was only for a moment.

For Major Campbell, looking round, discerned among the crowd the preacher, whispering and scowling amid a knot of women; and a sudden fit of righteous wrath came over him.
"Stand out there, sir, you preacher, and look me in the face, if you can!" thundered he.