likewise the historical breadth of understanding that prevented his
thinking us all un-Catholic and unsafe.

It was a great blessing that Harold was not held back but rather aided
and stimulated by the example of the man to whom he most looked up; but
with his characteristic silence, it was long before I found that,
having felt, beside his mother's death-bed, how far his spiritual wants
had outgrown me, he had carried them to Ben Yolland, though the old
morning habit remained unbroken, and he always came to the little room
I had made like my old one.

Ben Yolland had become more entirely chaplain to the Hydriots. Those
two brothers lived together in a curious way at what we all still
called the "Dragon's Head," each with his own sitting-room and one in
common, one fitted as a clergyman's study, the other more like a
surgery; for though George had given up his public practice since he
had been manager of the works, he still attended all the workpeople and
their families, only making them pay for their medicines "when it was
good for them."

Thus the care of the soul and bodies of the Hydriots was divided
between the two, and they seemed to work in concert, although George
showed no symptom of change of opinions, never saying anything openly
to discredit his brother's principles, nay, viewing them as wholesome
restraints for those who were not too scientific to accept them, and
even going to church when he had nothing else to do, but by preference
looking up his patients on a Sunday. He viewed everything, from
religion to vice, as the outcome of certain states of brain, nerves,
and health; and so far from being influenced by the example of
Prometesky, regarded him as a proof of his own theory, and talked of
the Slavonic temperament returning to its normal forms as the vigour of
life departed.

Nevertheless, he did not seem to do harm to the workpeople. Drunkenness
was at least somewhat restrained, though far from conquered, and the
general spirit of the people was wonderful, compared with those of
other factories. Plans were under discussion for a mission chapel, and
the people themselves were thoroughly anxious for it.

Lord Erymanth returning, kindly came to call on me in my new house, and
as I was out of the drawing-room at the time, he had ten minutes'
conversation with the gentleman whom he found reading at the window,
and was so much pleased with him that when making the tour of our small
domain, he said,