There was nothing to be said.

He rose and took his hat--the old tall hat he wore to his parishioners' funerals.
They were very primitive people in Billingsfield.
"I will go at once," he said.

"Believe me, you have all my sympathy--I will do all I can." Mary Goddard thanked him more by her looks than with any words she was able to speak.

But she was none the less truly grateful for his sympathy and aid.

She had a kind of blind reliance on him which made her feel that since she had once confided her trouble and danger nothing more could possibly be done.