She looked pleadingly at Mr. Litley, and he could not resist the beautiful gaze of her brown eyes.

– Of course, Miss Glowford, as you say," he replied. – I shall remain silent until you yourself have told your sister of your terrible loss.

– Thank you, reverend, you are so kind! – Catherine smiled. – What do you think of our church?

– The church is beautiful, but I'm not sure what's going on in it. I think it's being repaired? – The pastor was flattered that Catherine was interested in his opinion.

– The matter is that our landlord is restoring it, and that's where my poor father died: a slab fell on him… I know he's in heaven now, at the foot of God's throne, and I find peace in that. But we have decided that you, Mr. Litley, will not assist on the construction, for your own safety.