She read her Bible carefully, and as often as an opportunity presented, which was when entirely secluded in her own apartment, or by Aunt Abby's side, who kindly directed her to Christ, and instructed her in the way of salvation.
Mrs.Bellmont found her one day quietly reading her Bible.

Amazed and half crediting the reports of officious neighbors, she felt it was time to interfere.

Here she was, reading and shedding tears over the Bible.
She ordered her to put up the book, and go to work, and not be snivelling about the house, or stop to read again.
But there was one little spot seldom penetrated by her mistress' watchful eye: this was her room, uninviting and comfortless; but to herself a safe retreat.

Here she would listen to the pleadings of a Saviour, and try to penetrate the veil of doubt and sin which clouded her soul, and long to cast off the fetters of sin, and rise to the communion of saints.
Mrs.Bellmont, as we before said, did not trouble herself about the future destiny of her servant.

If she did what she desired for HER benefit, it was all the responsibility she acknowledged.