While there, he took up the study of divinity, and, before long, was fully qualified for ordination.
But, at this time, he fell, all at once, dangerously ill, and lay at death's door.
"He owed his life to the care that the daughter of the clergyman took of him.

She was a sweet, gentle girl, a good deal younger than he; but she grew to love him--perhaps because she had saved him from death.

When he recovered, they were married, and found a great deal of happiness; there was no more passionate love, for him, of course; but he could feel gratitude, and tenderness, and a steady and deep affection.

They had two children, and when they were five or six years old, the parents moved to the country, and took a house in an out-of-the-way village." "Is that all ?" demanded Bressant, eying the professor's face with great intentness.
"There's not much more.

One of the first persons the minister--such he was now--met, on his entrance into the village, was the woman he had loved first--the wife of his false friend--she whom he had long believed dead.