Susan Warrington in particular was conscious of the sweetest sense of sisterhood, as she covered her face with her hands and saw slips of bent backs through the chinks between her fingers.

Her emotions rose calmly and evenly, approving of herself and of life at the same time.

It was all so quiet and so good.
But having created this peaceful atmosphere Mr.Bax suddenly turned the page and read a psalm.

Though he read it with no change of voice the mood was broken.
"Be merciful unto me, O God," he read, "for man goeth about to devour me: he is daily fighting and troubling me.

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