Meg, after her interview with Warden, went straight bade to what home she possessed.  Her violent anger, her passion of tears, had left behind them a kind of calm--nay more, a very deep calm; it was as though a thundercloud had rolled across a very blue sky, leaving it when past bluer and brighter than before.  Meg, though tired in body and a little faint, for she had eaten no food that day, felt as though she was being carried home in the arms of Jesus.  She looked up at the sky and behind all its London gloom and fog she seemed to see the smile of Jesus shining through directly upon her.  She ran down the ladder to her cellar with almost gay steps, and she found Faith there, still very depressed and miserable.  She told her of her interview with her father, by no means relating the whole scene, but simply that part which concerned little Roy.  Faith listened and shook her head more dismally than ever.