And this scene could have revealed it to any one who knew the minister and his wife as they really were.
That was a sacred scene to husband and wife, something that belonged to them, one of those things which the world did not know and had no business to know.
When the first Sunday of another month had come, Mr.Strong felt quite well again.

A rumor of his call to Fairview had gone out, and to the few intimate friends who asked him about it he did not deny, but he said little.

The time was precious to him.

He plunged into the work with an enthusiasm and a purpose which sprang from his knowledge that he was at last really gaining some influence in the tenement district.
The condition of affairs in that neighborhood was growing worse instead of better.

The amount of vice, drunkenness, crime and brutality made his sensitive heart quiver a hundred times a day as he went his way through it all.