at Olivia's dress and bonnet
for the occasion should be her gift, and the dark heliotrope silk and
dainty bonnet to match were at that moment in Greta's wardrobe.

"I tell Greta that it is far too handsome," replied Olivia, "and that
Marcus will object to my being so smart, but she only laughs at me.
There is such a lovely cape to go with it, but somehow, in spite of
Greta's kindness, I shall not enjoy it one bit, unless Marcus has time
to go with me."

"Oh, he will make time; don't be so lugubrious, Livy. You are just out
of heart about things, but we must have cloudy days some time. Don't
you remember what Longfellow says?

"'Nothing that is can pause or stay,
The moon will wax, the moon will wane,
The mist and cloud will turn to rain,
The rain to mist and cloud again,
To-morrow be to-day.'"

"Yes, and November fogs will pass too. Well, dear Aunt Madge, I must
go, and as usual you have cheered me up. What should I do without you,
I wonder."

"I am glad you find the old log useful," returned Mrs. Broderick, "so
come and grumble as often as you like. Greta is coming to tea with me
to-morrow, and Mr. Alwyn has promised to fetch her. Why don't you come
too, and you shall have a real Scotch tea, bannocks and scones and seed
cake," but Olivia shook her head at this tempting invitation. "Marcus
had asked her to go round to the model lodging houses," she said, "to
see two families in trouble. And then it was that poor boy's funeral."
And then Mrs. Broderick said no more.

"Poor Livy," she said to herself, as she lay alone in the twilight,
"one may make light of her little troubles, but they are real to her.
And I do not wonder that she worries over Marcus. Dr. Randolph was
only speaking of him this morning. He told me what a splendid worker
he was.

"'Bevan may be thankful to have got hold of such a man,' those were his
very words. 'But he must be prudent and not burn the candle at both
ends as Bevan did. "The foul fiend" has got hold of Harris now, he is
Dr. Mordaunt's partner, and was married a few weeks ago. Apollyon, as
we call it at our house, does not spare doctors,' but I hope, I really
do hope, that Livy has not heard this."

CHAPTER XXII.

"YOU MUST NOT LOSE HEART."

"Cherish those that love you; that if ye love, ye may be loved
again."--_Moschus_.

When Greta woke on her wedding morning, she was greeted by the pale
wintry sunshine. The weather was unusually mild for