Temper being the last thing to yield to Gospel light, she still
got into rages; but now she was very humble and penitent after them.
Well, then, after going about doing good, she decided to settle down
and do good. As for Marsh, he had only to obey. Judge for yourself: the
mild, gray-haired vicar of Calverly, who now leaned on la Marsh as on a
staff, thought it right at the beginning to ascertain that she was not
opposing her husband's views. He put a query of this kind as delicately
as possible.
"My husband!" cried she. "If he refused to go to heaven with me, I'd
take him there by the ear." And her eye flashed with the threat.
Well, somebody told this lady that Mr. Vandeleur was ruined, and in Dr.
Suaby's asylum, not ten miles from her country-seat. This intelligence
touched her. She contrasted her own happy condition, both worldly and
spiritual, with that of this unfortunate reprobate, and she felt bound
to see if nothing could be done for the poor wretch. A timid Christian
would have sent some man to do the good work; but this was a lion-like
one. So she mounted her horse, and taking only her groom with her, was
at Bellevue in no time.
She dismounted, and said she must speak to Dr. Suaby, sent in her card,
and was received at once.
"You have a gentleman here called Vandeleur?"
The doctor looked disappointed, but bowed.
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