By degrees the haunting trouble loomed again, and Cornelius broke the silence with a whisper: 'He has called on me!' The living pulses died on Joshua's face, which grew arid as a clinker.
'When was that ?' he asked quickly.
'Last week.' 'How did he get here--so many miles ?' 'Came by railway.

He came to ask for money.' 'Ah!' 'He says he will call on you.' Joshua replied resignedly.

The theme of their conversation spoilt his buoyancy for that afternoon.

He returned in the evening, Cornelius accompanying him to the station; but he did not read in the train which took him back to the Fountall Theological College, as he had done on the way out.

That ineradicable trouble still remained as a squalid spot in the expanse of his life.