CHAPTER XXIV
Samuel had had nothing to eat since morning, but he did not feel hungry. He was faint from grief and despair. To encounter a man of the world like Mr. Wygant, cold and merciless and masterful—that was a terrible ordeal for him. The man seemed to him like some great fortress of evil; and what could he do, save to gaze at it in impotent rage?
He went home, and Sophie met him at the door. “I thought you wanted an early supper, Samuel,” said she.
“Why?” he asked dully.
“You had something to do at thechurch tonight!”
“Yes,” he recollected, “there’s to be a vestry meeting, and I have to light up. But I’m tired of the church work.”
“Tired of the church work!” gasped the child. “Yes,” he said. And then to the amazed and terrified family, he told the storyof his day’s experiences
