A Place in His Heart by Rebecca DeMarino Page A

understands that the love we shared is a rare thing and does not desire to replace it. Indeed, she is simply content to bring me some happiness. Of course, I hope I shall bring her happiness too. She is a gift to me, and I treasure her for that.”
    Mr. Langton regarded his daughter. She avoided his eyes. “She’s a nurturer, that one.” He looked back at Barnabas. “She tends to commit heart and soul. Are you ready for that?”
    â€œMy sons are in need of nurturing, sir.”
    â€œShe loves pretty things, and I must say I have encouraged that. What say you about that? Do you not believe that is wrong?”
    â€œIn truth, I find her a delight to the eye. I have no qualms with her clothing. I am tolerant in those regards, I believe. God reveals to each of us what we must know, in His own time. My argument would be with the priests who wear elaborate robes with much pomp, not with a lass who enjoys pretty things. Mayhap someday she will feel convicted, but I believe that is between her and God.”
    â€œTruly? Is that not unusual for someone who has the Puritan’s beliefs?”
    â€œMr. Langton, those of us that believe in reform of the church do not call ourselves Puritans. It is a term used by those who would like to degrade us. I like to say I am a man of God who seeks to purify the church. But even so, if I be a Puritan, I am an independent Puritan. I have firm beliefs that I willingly share with anyone who will listen. But what is between each man and God—that is exactly what I am fighting to protect. Our freedom to have a personal relationship with God. That and the right to read our Bible.”
    Mr. Langton smoothed the lock of hair from his forehead. “I admire your honesty. And I will say that I admire your courage to stand up for your beliefs. But I do worry about my daughter and the reality that she could be persecuted for your beliefs.”
    â€œI shall not put your daughter at risk, I give you my word.” His eyes met Mr. Langton’s with conviction.
    Mary leaned forward. “Papa.”
    Mr. Langton regarded his daughter. “Mary, we shall speak, but not now.” He turned back to Barnabas. “I have considered that with the dowry I have for my daughter, not to mention the business connections that I have available, she could marry very well. Maybe even up—to a title—but Mr. Haskins of London is an obvious choice, because they have known each other since childhood, and his mother and I have a close business association. I must ponder this for a time. I promise you I will take what you have told me into consideration. Pray thee know that I will do what I think best for my daughter.”
    â€œOf course.” Barnabas stood up, aware he was dismissed. “Good day, Mr. Langton. I do thank you for your consideration. The meal was superb and you a most gracious host. Mistress Fanning.” He bowed. “Miss Langton, good day to you.” He bowed once more, his eyes never leaving her.

    Mary and Lizzie watched Barnabas depart. Papa turned to his youngest daughter. She’d remained obediently quiet during the exchange. Their conversation made her uncomfortable, but she dreaded more the discussion Papa would demand now.
    â€œMary, you know I want only your happiness and security. But, the reasons not to marry him are numerous and I caution you against this. I would implore you not to marry that man.”
    He motioned for both to sit at the fire. “I know you feel you love Mr. Horton, but you will find someday, my dear, that love is not everything. I question if he can love again so soon, and I discern that he questions it as well. Someday his feelings could turn to anger rather than love, but it would be too late for you.”
    He paced before them. “I have qualms that he entertains such Puritan beliefs. This is not the time for such ideas. People are being whipped and put in prison. Pray tell, if I would arrange a