Let him who desires to look on
such a panorama, faithfully and thoroughly depicted, read
Auerbach's "Diethelm von Buchenberg."
Things went a little more quietly in the shop after this for a
while: Turnbull probably was afraid of precipitating matters, and
driving Mary to seek counsel--from which much injury might arise
to his condition and prospects. As if to make amends for past
rudeness, he even took some pains to be polite, putting on
something of the manners with which he favored his "best
customers," of all mankind in his eyes the most to be honored.
This, of course, rendered him odious in the eyes of Mary, and
ripened the desire to free herself from circumstances which from
garments seemed to have grown cerements. She was, however, too
much her father's daughter to do anything in haste.
She might have been less willing to abandon them, had she had any
friends like-minded with herself, but, while they were all kindly
disposed to her, none of the religious associates of her father,
who knew, or might have known her well, approved of her. They
spoke of her generally with a shake of the head, and an
unquestioned feeling that God was not pleased with her. There are
few of the so-called religious who seem able to trust either God
or their neighbor in matters that concern those two and no other.
Nor had she had opportunity of making acquaintance with any who
believed and lived like her father, in other of the Christian
communities of the town.
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