Let me do the best I can under it, and go my way as if it had not
happened, trusting all to God."
A good resolution, and one that none could have made, and kept, unless
he had learnt that trust, which is the surest beacon-light we can
possess in the world. Hour after hour, day after day, did that trust
grow in Arthur Channing's heart. He felt a sure conviction that God
would bring his innocence to light in His own good time: and that time
he was content to wait for. Not at the expense of Hamish. In his
brotherly love for Hamish, which this transaction had been unable to
dispel, he would have shielded his reputation at any sacrifice to
himself. He had grown to excuse Hamish, far more than he could ever
have excused himself, had he been guilty of it. He constantly hoped
that the sin might never be brought home to Hamish, even by the
remotest suspicion. He hoped that he would never fall again. Hamish was
now so kind to Arthur--gentle in manner, thoughtfully considerate,
anxious to spare him. He had taken to profess his full belief in
Arthur's innocence; not as loudly perhaps, but quite as urgently, as
did Roland Yorke. "He would _prove_ my innocence, and take the guilt to
himself, but that it would bring ruin to my father," fondly
soliloquised Arthur.
Arthur Channing's most earnest desire, for the present, was to obtain
some employment. His weekly salary at Mr. Galloway's had been very
trifling; but still it was so much loss.
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