But it would be a glory to her to see him go forth, with Giles at his heels, boldly giving his orders, changing this and improving that.

He would be rebuked for no errors, let him do with Enoch Gubby and the rest of them what he pleased! And then the parson's wife would be glad enough to come to her, and the house would be full of smiling faces.

And it might be that God would be good to her, and that she would have treasures, as other women had them, and that the flavor would come back to the apples, and, that the ashes would cease to grate between her teeth.
She loved him, and why should it not be so?
She could go before God's altar with him without disgracing herself with a lie.

She could put her hand in his, and swear honestly that she would worship him and obey him.
She had been dishonest; but if he would pardon her for that, could she not reward him richly for such pardon?
And it seemed to her that he had pardoned her.

He had forgiven it all and was gracious to her--coming at her beck and call, and sitting with her as though he liked her presence.
She was woman enough to understand this, and she knew that he liked it.
Of course he loved her.