It was Toyner's friend, the preacher.

Bart had often written to him, and he to his convert.

Of late the letters had been fraught with pain to both, but this was the first time that the preacher had found himself able to come a long journey since he had heard of Toyner's fall.

He came, his heart big with the prayer of faith that what he had done once he might be permitted to do again--lead this man once more into the humble path of a time-honoured creed and certain self-conquest.

To the preacher the two were one and indivisible.
When this life is passed away, shall we see that our prayers for others have been answered most lavishly by the very contradiction of what we have desired?
The visit was well timed.