“That was the unexpected thing. It was no use to argue and try to explain. I knew he did not believe what he was saying, but he worked himself into a rage, he accused me of awful things, and called me awful names in a loud voice, so that he could be heard, until I was dumb and staggering. All the time, I knew there was a reason, but I could not tell then what it was. He said at last, that he was going to Mr. Ffolliott. He said, 'I will meet him in the wood and I will take your note with me.'
“Betty, it was so shameful that I fell down on my knees. 'Oh, don't--don't--do that,' I said. 'I beg of you, Nigel. He is a gentleman and a clergyman. I beg and beg of you. If you will not, I will do anything--anything.' And at that minute I remembered how he had tried to make me write to father for money. And I cried out--catching at his coat, and holding him back. 'I will write to father as you asked me. I will do anything. I can't bear it.'”
“That was the whole meaning of the whole thing,” said Betty with eyes ablaze. “That was the beginning, the middle and the end. What did he say?”
“He pretended to be made more angry. He said, 'Don't insult me by trying to bribe me with your vulgar money. Don't insult me.' But he gradually grew sulky instead of raging, and though he put the note in his pocket, he did not go to Mr. Ffolliott. And--I wrote to father.”
“I remember that,” Betty answered. “Did you ever speak to Mr. Ffolliott again?”
“He guessed--he knew--I saw it in his kind, brown eyes when he passed me without speaking, in the village. I daresay the villagers were told about the awful thing by some servant, who heard Nigel's voice. Villagers always know what is happening. He went away a few weeks later. The day before he went, I had walked through the wood, and just outside it, I met him. He stopped for one minute--just one--he lifted his hat and said, just as he had spoken them that first night--just the same words, 'God will help you. He will. He will.'”
A strange, almost unearthly joy suddenly flashed across her face.
“It must be true,” she said. “It must be true. He has sent you, Betty. It has been a long time--it has been so long that sometimes I have forgotten his words. But you have come!”