enough, to the vexed countenance of the mother; whose fair curls failed
to look complacent for once.

"I suppose Eleanor thinks of another day," she said; "when the Lord
will come to be admired in his saints and to be glorified in all them
that believe. _That_ will be admiration worth having--if Eleanor thinks
so, I confess I think so too."

"Dear sister Caxton," said Mrs. Powle restraining herself, "what has
the one thing to do with the other?"

"Nothing," said Mrs. Caxton. "To seek both is impossible."

"_Do_ you think it is wicked to receive admiration? I did not think you
went so far."

"No," said Mrs. Caxton, with her genial smile. "We were talking of
seeking it."

Mrs. Powle was silent, and went away in a very ill humour.

CHAPTER XIV.

IN PARTINGS.

"The sun came up upon the left,
Out of the sea came he!
And he shone bright, and on the right
Went down into the sea."

And the Tuesday came, and was fair; and under a bright sky the steamer
ran down to Gravesend with Eleanor and her friends on board. Not Julia;
Eleanor had given up all hopes of that; but Mrs. Caxton was beside her,
and on the other side of her was Mrs. Powle. It was a terribly
disagreeable journey to the latter; every feeling in her somewhat
passionless nature was in a state of fretful rebellion. The other
stronger and deeper characters were ready for the time and met it
bravely. Met it cheerfully too. The crisping breeze that curled the
waters of the river, the blue sky and fair sunlight, the bright and
beautiful of the scene around them, those two saw and tasted; with
hopeful though very grave hearts. The other poor lady saw nothing but a
dirty steamboat and a very unpropitious company. Among these however
were Eleanor's fellow-voyagers, Mr. Amos and his wife; and she was
introduced to them now for the first time. Various circumstances had
prevented their meeting in London.

"A very common-looking man,"--whispered Mrs. Powle to Eleanor.

"I don't know, mamma,--but very good," Eleanor returned.

"You are mad on goodness!" said Mrs. Powle. "Don't you see anything
else in a man, or the want of anything else? I do; a thousand things;
and if a man is ever so good, I want him to be a gentleman too."

"So do I," said Eleanor smiling. "But much more, mamma, if a man is
ever so much a gentleman, I want him to be good. Isn't that the more
important of the two?"

"No!" said Mrs. Powle. "I don't think it is; not for socie