"Indeed, I cannot stay in this place after to-day." But the minister's wife kept her eyes steadily upon his face without a word, trying in vain to find her voice, and the right words to say.

She had no need of words, for in her face, pale, wet with her flowing tears, and illumined with her gray-brown eyes, Ranald read her heart.
"Oh!" he cried again, "you are wanting me to stay, and I will be ashamed before them all, and the minister, too.

I cannot stay.

I cannot stay." "And I cannot let you go, Ranald, my boy," she said, commanding her voice to speech.

"I want you to be a brave man.