Chapter 20

Now she had it. No wonder Schuyler wanted her, if there were only half a chance of his trouble being as desperate as these last phrases showed her it might be. Poor Schuyler, so intensely sensitive to impressions, so subject to despondency as the almost inevitable sequence to the hours of exaltation which came to him in his church relations. The faintest foreshadowing of a coming limitation to his powers--what must not the thought do to him? Oh, how thankful she was that she had come, that she hadn't had to delay a…