I went to him, to proffer an humble prayer that I might remain amongst those whom I regarded as my children.

I have buried one generation, I have married another, I have baptized a third." "You should have had the vicarage itself; you should be better provided for, my dear Mr.Aubrey; I will speak to the Lord Chancellor." Five times before had Lord Vargrave uttered the same promise, and the curate smiled to hear the familiar words.
"The vicarage, my lord, is a family living, and is now vested in a young man who requires wealth more than I do.

He has been kind to me, and re-established me among my flock; I would not leave them for a bishopric.

My child," continued the curate, addressing Evelyn with great affection, "you are surely unwell,--you are paler than when I left you." Evelyn clung fondly to his arm, and smiled--her old gay smile--as she replied to him.

They took the way towards the house.
The curate remained with them for an hour.