He knelt and pressed his lips to it.
"With your help, my darling, and His," he murmured.
The next morning he was married.

She was a well-meaning girl, though her piety, as is the case with most people, was of the negative order; and her antipathy to things evil much stronger than her sympathy with things good.

For a longer time than I had expected she kept him straight--perhaps a little too straight.

But at last there came the inevitable relapse.
I called upon him, in answer to an excited message, and found him in the depths of despair.

It was the old story, human weakness, combined with lamentable lack of the most ordinary precautions against being found out.
He gave me details, interspersed with exuberant denunciations of himself, and I undertook the delicate task of peace-maker.
It was a weary work, but eventually she consented to forgive him.