eel at peace, since I have given peace to you.
Peace, too, I see in both our futures, when this trouble is overpast.
God grant it!--He to whom, as I stand at this window, and look up at the
stars shining down into the midnight river, I cry, 'Thou art _my_ God!'"

--"I have an awful tale to tell--one that I should fear to inform you,
save that I can say, 'Thank God with me that the misery has passed--that
He has overruled it into good.' So, reading this, do not tremble--do not
let it startle you--feeble, as my mother tells me, you still are. '_Poor
little Olive_.' She calls you so."

"Last night, after I closed my letter, I went out to take my usual quiet
ramble before going to rest. I went to the Pont Neuilly, near which Lord
Arundale resides. I walked slowly, for I was thinking deeply--of what it
matters not now. On the whole, my thoughts were happy--so happy that I
did not see how close to me was standing Misery--misery in the shape of
a poor wretch, a woman! When I did see her, it was with that pang, half
shame, half pity, which must smite an honest man, to think how vile and
cruel are some among his brethren. I went away to the other wall of the
bridge--I could not bear that the unhappy creature should think I
watched her crouching there. I was just departing without again looking
round, when my eye was unconsciously caught by the glitter of white
garments in the moonlight.

"She was climbing the parapet to leap into the arms of Death!

"I know not how that awful moment passed--what I said--or did, for there
was no time for words. But I saved her. I held her fast, though she
struggled with miraculous strength. Once she had nearly perilled both
our lives, for we stood on the very edge of the bridge. But I saved
her.--Olive, cry with me, 'Thank God, thank God!'

"At last, half-fainting, she sank on the ground, and I saw her face. It
was Christal's face! If I had not been kept wandering here, filled with
these blessed thoughts (which, please Heaven! I will tell you one day),
your sister might have perished! Say again with me--thank God! His mercy
is about us continually.

"I cannot clearly tell what I did in that first instant of horror.
I only remember that Christal, recognising me, cried out in piteous
reproach, 'You should have let me die! you should have let me die!' But
she is saved--Olive, be sure that she is saved. Her right spirit will
come into her again. It is coming even now, for she is with kind Lady