when the tide is coming in. I thought, if the angels could
do nothing more than praise him, neither could I! I fell at his feet
then--I do not think I have ever really left them since--not for long
at a time; and since then my great wish has been to be allowed to
glorify him. I have had no fears of anything in the way."

Eleanor had not been able to get through her "long story" without
tears; but they came very much against her will. She could not see, yet
somehow she felt the strong sympathetic emotion with which she was
listened to. She could hear it, in the subdued intonation of Mr. Rhys's
words.

"'Keep yourselves in the love of God.' How shall we do it, Eleanor?"

She answered without raising her eyes--"'The Lord is good unto them
that wait for him.'"

"And, 'if ye keep my commandments, ye shall abide in my love.'"

There was silence a moment.

"That commandment must take me away for a while, Eleanor." She looked
up.

"I thought," he said, with his sweet arch smile, "I might take so much
of a honeymoon as one broken day--but there is a poor sick man a mile
off who wants me; and brother Balliol has had the schooner affairs to
attend to. I shall be gone an hour. Will you stay here? or shall I take
you to the other house?"

"May I stay here?"

"Certainly. You can fasten the door, and then if any visiters come they
will think I am not at home. I will give Solomon directions."

"Who is Solomon?"

"Solomon is--I will introduce him to you!" and with a very bright face
Mr. Rhys went off into his study, coming back again in a moment and
with his hat. He went to a door opposite that by which Eleanor had
entered the house, and blew a shrill whistle.

"Solomon is my fast friend and very faithful servant," he said
returning to Eleanor. "You saw him at dinner--but it is time he should
know you."

In came Solomon; a very black specimen of the islanders, in a dress
something like that which Eleanor had noticed on the man in the canoe.
Solomon's features were undeniably good, if somewhat heavy; they had
sense and manliness; and his eye was mildly quiet and genial in its
expression. It brightened, Eleanor saw, as he listened to Mr. Rhys's
words; to which she also listened without being able to understand
them, and wondering at the warm feeling of her cheeks. Solomon's
gratulations were mainly given with his face, for all the English words
he could get out were, "glad--see--Misi Risi"--Mr. Rhys laughed and
dismissed