and bare it stood on a waste hill-side. It
would have looked like a mere grey pillar set down on the scanty
pasture, but for a square patch behind, which was walled in by a hard
ugly wall of stones. A thin grey smoke arose from it, showing that
someone was within; and dogs began to bark as the party drew near.

One woman was here as at the last resting place. She showed the way by
the narrow winding stair, up which Lady Carse was carried like a corpse,
and laid on a little bed in a _very_ small room, whose single window was
boarded up, leaving only a square of glass at the top to admit the
light. Mr Forster stood at the bedside, and said firmly, "Now, Lady
Carse, listen to me for a moment, and then you will be left with such
freedom as this room and this woman's attendance can afford you. You
are so exhausted, that we have changed our plan of travel. You will
remain here, in this room, till you have so recruited yourself by food
and rest as to be able to proceed to a place where all restraint will be
withdrawn. When you think yourself able to proceed, and declare your
willingness to do so, I, or a friend of mine, will be at your service--
at your call at any hour. Till then this room is your abode; and till
then I bid you farewell."

He unfastened the bandage, and was gone before she could speak to him.
What she wanted to say was, that on such terms she would never leave
this room again. She desired the woman to tell him so; but the woman
said she had orders to carry no messages.

Where there is no help and no hope, any force of mere temper is sure to
give way, as Mr Forster well knew. Injured people who have done no
wrong, and who bear no anger against their enemies, have an inward
strength and liberty of mind which enable them to bear on firmly, and to
be immovable in their righteous purposes; so that, as has been shown by
many examples, they will be torn limb from limb sooner than yield. Lady
Carse was an injured person--most deeply injured, but she was not
innocent. She had a purpose; but it was a vindictive one; and her soul
was all tossed with passion, instead of being settled in patience. So
her intentions of starving herself--of making Mr Forster miserable by
killing herself through want of sleep and food, gave way; and then she
was in a rage with herself for having given way. When all was still in
the tower, and the silent woman who attended her knitted on for hours
together, as if she was a ma