"Still less do I want to leave Glaston, for there are here some whom I teach and some who teach me.

In all that has given ground for complaint, I have seemed to myself to be but following the dictates of common sense; if you think me wrong, I have no justification to offer.

We both love God,----" "How do you know that ?" interrupted the rector.

"I wish you could make me sure of that." "I do, I know I do," said the curate earnestly.

"I can say no more." "My dear fellow, I haven't the merest shadow of a doubt of it," returned the rector, smiling.