At the very time this conversation was in progress, one strangely dissimilar was being carried on between George Selwyn and Helen Crawford.

They were sitting in the sweet, old-fashioned garden and Selwyn had been talking of the work so dear to his heart, but a silence had fallen between them.

Then softly and almost hesitatingly Helen said "Mr.Selwyn, I cannot help in this grand evangel, except with money and prayers.

May I offer you L300?
It is entirely my own, and it lies useless in my desk.

Will you take it ?" "I have no power to refuse it.