I count upon her, and she counts upon me, to furnish
in our friendship the greater part of whatever happiness
life may have in store for us."
"Then you must be a pair of born lunatics!" said Dr
Drummond, his jaw grim, his eyes snapping. "What you
propose is little less than a crime, Finlay. It can come
to nothing but grief, if no worse. And your wife, poor
woman, whatever she deserves, it is better than that! My
word, if she could choose her prospect, think you she
would hesitate? Finlay, I entreat you as a matter of
ordinary prudence, go home and break it off. Leave Advena
out of it--you have no business to make this marriage
whether or no. Leave other considerations to God and to
the future. I beseech you, bring it to an end!"
Finlay got up and held out his hand. "I tell you from my
heart it is impossible," he said.
"I can't move you?" said Dr Drummond. "Then let us see
if the Lord can. You will not object, Finlay, to bring
the matter before Him, here and now, in a few words of
prayer? I should find it hard to let you go without them."
They went down upon their knees where they stood; and Dr
Drummond did little less than order Divine interference;
but the prayer that was inaudible was to the opposite
purpose.
Ten minutes later the minister himself opened the door
to let Finlay out into the night.
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