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"I am sorry to see that is not very well, Mr. Rhys," said Eleanor.
"Not very strong--" he said with the smile that she remembered, as he sank back in the corner of the couch and rested his head on his hand.
His look and manner altogether gave her a strange feeling. Ill and pale and grave as he was, there was something else about him different from all that she had touched in her own life for weeks. It was a new atmosphere.
"Ladies, I hope you are not wet?" he said presently.
"Not at all," said Eleanor; "nothing to signify. We shall dry ourselves in the sun walking back."
"I think the sun is not going to be out immediately."
He rose and with slow steps made his way to the inner door and spoke to some one within. Eleanor took a view of her position. The rain was coming down furiously; no going home just yet was possible. That was the out-of-door prospect. Within, she was a prisoner. The room was a plain little room, plain as a room could be; with no adornments or luxuries. Some books were piled on deal shelves; others covered two tables. A large portfolio stood in one corner. On one of the tables were pens, ink and paper, not lying loose, but put up in order; as not used nor wanted at present. Several boxes of various sorts and sizes made up the rest of the furniture, with a few chairs of very simple fashion. It was Mr. Rhys's own room they were in; and all that could be said of it was its nicety of order. Two little windows with the door might give view of something in fair weather; at present they shewed little but grey rain and a dim vision of trees seen through the rain.
Eleanor wanted to get away; but it was impossible. She must talk.
"You cannot judge of my prospect now," Mr. Rhys said as she turned to him.
"Not in this rain. But I should think you could not see much at any time, except trees."
"'Much' is comparative. No, I do not see much; but there is an opening from my window, through which the eye goes a long way--across a long distance of the moor. It is but a gleam; however it serves a good purpose for me."
An old woman here came in with a bundle of sticks and began to lay them for a fire. She was an old crone-looking person. Eleanor observed her, and thought what it must be to have no nurse or companion but that.
"We have missed you at the Lodge, Mr. Rhys."
"Thank you. I am missing from all my old haunts," he answered gravely.
And the thought and the look went to something from which he was very sorry to be missing.
"But you will be soon well again--will you not? and among us again."
"I do not know," he said. "I am sometimes inclined to think my work is done."
"What work, Mr. Rhys?" said Julia. "Ferns, do you mean?"
"No."
"What work, Mr. Rhys?"
"I mean the Lord's work, Julia, which he has given me to do."
"Do you mean preaching?"
"That is part of it."
"What else is your work, Mr. Rhys?" said Julia, hanging about the couch with an affectionate eye. So affectionate, that her sister's rebuke of her forwardness was checked.
"Doing all I can, Julia, in every way, to tell people of the Lord Jesus."
"Was that the work you were going to that horrid place to do?"
"Yes."
"Then I am glad you are sick!"
"That is very unkind of you," said he with a gravity which Eleanor was not sure was real.
"It is better for you to be sick than to go away from England," said Julia decidedly.
"But if I am not well enough to go there, I shall go somewhere else."
"Where?"
"What have you got in that saucer?"
"Jelly for you. Won't you eat it, Mr. Rhys? There is sago in the basket. It will do you good."
"Will you not offer your sister some?"
"No. She gets plenty at home. Eat it, Mr. Rhys, won't you?"
He took a few spoonfuls, smiled at her, and told her it was very good.
It was a smile worth having. But both sisters saw that he looked fearfully pale and worn.
"I must see if Mrs. Williams has not some berries to offer you," he said.
"Where are you going, Mr. Rhys, if you do not go to that place?" Julia persisted.
"If I do not go there, I think I shall go home."
"Home?"
"Yes."
"Where is that?" said Julia hanging about him.
"I meant my everlasting home, Julia."
"O don't, Mr. Rhys!" cried the child in a half vexed tone. "Eat some more jelly--do!"
"I am very willing to stay, Julia, if my Master has work for me to do."
"You had charge of a chapel at Lily Dale, Mr. Rhys, I am told?" Eleanor said, feeling awkward.
"No--at Croydon, beyond."
"At Croydon! that is nine miles off. How did you get there?"
The question escaped Eleanor. He hesitated, and answered simply, "I had no way but to walk. I found that very pleasant in summer mornings."
"Walk to Croydon and back, and preach there! I do not wonder you are sick, Mr. Rhys."