"I have entreated him to come to the meetings. But he never attends a
Believers' Rally. Why should he?"
"What's his state of mind? He came to see you, didn't he, the other
night?"
"Yes, he did. I don't think he's altogether careless."
"Ain't he seeking?"
"He wouldn't admit it, but he may not know himself. The Lord has
different ways of working. What else should bring him night after
night?"
Mrs. Sand glanced meaningly at a point on the floor, with lifted
eyebrows, then at her officer, and finally hid a badly disciplined smile
behind her baby's head. When she looked back again Laura had flushed all
over, and an embarrassment stood between them, which she felt was
absurd.
"My!" she said--scruples in breaking it could hardly perhaps have been
expected of her--"you do look nice when you've got a little colour. But
if you can't see that it's you that brings him to the meetin's you must
be blind, that's all."
Captain Filbert's confusion was dispelled, as by the wave of a wand.
"Then I hope I may go on bringing him," she said. "He couldn't come to a
better place."
"Well, you'll have to be careful," said Mrs. Sand, as if with severe
intent. "But I don't say discourage him; I wouldn't say that.
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