"Good-bye, Caillaud; good-bye, Pauline! May God in His mercy bless
and save you. God bless you!"
Caillaud looked steadfastly at him for a moment. and then, in his
half-forgotten French fashion, threw his arms round his neck, and the
two remained for a moment locked together, Pauline standing by
herself apart. She came forward, took Zachariah's hand, when it was
free, in both her own, held her head back a little, as if for
clearness of survey, and said slowly, "God bless you, Mr. Coleman."
She then went downstairs. Her father followed her, and Zachariah
went after his wife and the Major, whom, however, he did not overtake
till he reached the chapel door, where they were both waiting for
him.
CHAPTER VII--JEPHTHAH
The Reverend Thomas Bradshaw, of Pike Street Meeting-House, was not a
descendant from Bradshaw the regicide, but claimed that he belonged
to the same family. He was in 1814 about fifty years old, and
minister of one of the most important churches in the eastern part of
London. He was tall and spare, and showed his height in the pulpit,
for he always spoke without a note, and used a small Bible, which he
held close to his eyes.
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