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Whatever thoughts the company had taken with them they had laid aside in an unprecedented manner. Mr. Gray forgot the probable bargain with Kenneth. Kenneth left off wondering what it was in Mrs. Ellerton's face that was familiar to him, and what was the wonderful charm of Miss Gray's, but could not help mentally indulging in one wish that his friend Harry Stalker could have been with them in this primitive conventicle. Edith Gray forgot her speculations about Kenneth, and the missionary himself, and watched with him at the door of the house when the revolutionizers of the world took their last meal together in that upper chamber. At the close of the service there were no cards brought out as usual; the men proposed to turn-in at once, and with a gruff, though civil good-night to Mr. Gray, and to the ladies, after Edith had thanked them heartily for their invitation and begged that they would repeat it when Mr. David Henderson returned again, as she hoped he would before long.
"Certainly, certainly, I shall take Wilta in my rounds until you are tired of me," said he.