"And afterward, when it comes true for you, remember this--I was ashamed." Then he saw her pass into her father's house, and he took the road to his duty and Dr Drummond's.
His extremity was very great.

Through it lines came to him from the beautiful archaic inheritance of his Church.

He strode along hearing them again and again in the dying storm.
So, I do stretch my hands To Thee my help alone; Thou only understands All my complaint and moan.
He listened to the prayer on the wind, which seemed to offer it for him, listened and was gravely touched.

But he himself was far from the throes of supplication.

He was looking for the forces of his soul; and by the time he reached Dr Drummond's door we may suppose that he had found them.
Sarah who let him in, cried, "How wet you are, Mr Finlay!" and took his overcoat to dry in the kitchen.