"
And Herbert wrote. It was only--'The Lord is a very present help in
trouble.'
"Yes," she said; "thank you. Put your initials, pray. There--thank
you. No, you can never tell what it was to me to hear those words,
so quietly, and gravely, and strongly, in that deadly struggle. It
seemed to me, for the first time in all my life, that God is a real
Presence and an actual Help. There! I see Miss Bowater wants me
gone; so I am off. I shall hear of you."
Herbert was exhausted with the exertion, and only exchanged a close
pressure of the hand, and when Jenny came back, after seeing the
lady to the door, she thought there were tears on his cheek, and
bent down to kiss him.
"That was just the way, Jenny," his low, tired voice said. "I never
could recollect what I wanted to say. Only just those few Psalms
that you did manage to teach me before I went to school, they came
back and back."
Jenny had no time to answer, for the feet of Philip were on the
stairs. He had been visiting Mrs. Hornblower, and persuading her
that to make a dragoon of her son was the very best thing for him--
great promotion, and quite removed from the ordinary vulgar
enlistment in the line--till he had wiled consent out of her.
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