Mrs.Fielden alone should remain within, and might, if it were judged proper, be present at the interview, which was fixed for the forenoon in the usual drawing-room.

Nothing but Susan's consent was now necessary, and Mr.Fielden ascended to her room.
He knocked twice,--no sweet voice bade him enter; he opened the door gently,--Susan was in prayer.

At the opposite corner of the room, by the side of her bed, she knelt, her face buried in her hands, and he heard, low and indistinct, the murmur broken by the sob.

But gradually, as he stood unperceived, sob and murmur ceased,--prayer had its customary and blessed effect with the pure and earnest.

And when Susan rose, though the tears yet rolled down her cheeks, the face was serene as an angel's.
The pastor approached and took her hand; a blush then broke over her countenance,--she trembled, and her eyes fell on the ground.