He was willing, for his part, to avoid publicity for a time, to resume his interrupted studies, and to wait in patience for what would come out of this movement within and without the church.
But the sense of sailing under false colours had now been taken away.

He had relieved his soul; he had spoken the truth; he had offered himself as a victim; he no longer stood condemned as a coward and a denier of his faith.
With a glad heart he rode onward through the rosy glow of a red and golden dawn.

All nature seemed in harmony with his joy and triumph.
The birds shouted their morning songs, and the budding trees and waving grass seemed silently to voice a happy answer.

Primroses gemmed the banks, and the frail white anemones carpeted the twinkling woodlands, where sunbeams and shadows chased each other through a maze of tender green leaves.

Then the horse beneath him, though somewhat wearied from the long journey, knew his homeward way, pricked forward his ears, and broke into a canter, bravely bearing his rider up the gentle incline, and through the gate that led towards the moated house.
Suddenly a white figure seemed to emerge from the thickets of shrubs, and a joyous voice exclaimed: "Anthony, Anthony! is it thou ?" He was on his feet in an instant.