ve telegraphed to Theo; there is much to be done.
Dear Elizabeth is very good and calm. She and Mr. Carlyon are never
apart; he can do nothing without her."

"He looks quite aged and broken, and no wonder: he has known so much
trouble, and David was his only son."

Dinah secretly marvelled at Elizabeth's wonderful self-control and
calmness. During those trying days no one saw her shed tears: it seemed
as though her grief was too deep and sacred for outward manifestation.
But when Dinah gently hinted at her surprise, Elizabeth looked at her
almost reproachfully.

"I thought you would have understood, Die," she returned in a low
voice. "David, my David, is a saint in paradise, and one must be still
and reverent in one's grief. When one has to mourn all one's life,
there need be no excitement." And then she murmured, "I shall go to
him, but he shall not return to me;" and then, as Dinah took her
sister's hand and kissed it almost passionately in her love and
sympathy, one of the old beautiful smiles lighted up Elizabeth's face.

"I was as one who dreamed," she said later on; and indeed it was a
strange dual life that she lived. There were the quiet hours when she
knelt beside the coffin--when her thoughts seemed winged, and carried
her to the still land where her beloved walked in green pastures and
beside still waters; when in fancy she seemed to hear far-off echoes of
melodious voices; when for David's sake she would feel comforted and at
rest.

"He did not want to die," she would say to herself--"life was sweet to
him--but God gave him grace to offer up his will, and then peace came.
Darling--darling," laying her cheek against the coffin, "you will never
suffer again--no more pain or weariness--no more conflict and
temptation--only fuller life and more faithful service--for His
servants shall serve Him, and they shall see His face." Elizabeth
marked those words with a red cross on the margin of her Bible on the
day David died.

But there was another reason for Elizabeth's self-control and
unselfishness. She was anxious on Mr. Carlyon's account. Dinah was
right when she told Malcolm that he was much aged and broken. "I have
lost my Benjamin, the son of my right hand," he had said to her--"God's
hand is heavy upon me;" and though he strove to bear his sorrow with
resignation, his feebleness alarmed them all. Theo, as usual, was
undisciplined in her grief. "He will die too," she lamented.
"Elizabeth, David has gone