him, and went off himself.

Eleanor was half glad to be left alone for a time. She fastened the
door, not for fear, but that her solitude might not be intruded upon;
then walked up and down over the soft mats of the centre room and tried
to bring her spirits to some quiet of realization. But she could not.
The change had been so sudden, from her wandering state of uncertainty
and expectation to absolute content and rest, of body and mind at once,
that her mental like her actual footing seemed to sway and heave yet
with the upheavings that were past. She could not settle down to
anything like a composed state of mind. She could not get accustomed
yet to Mr. Rhys in his new character. As the children say, it was "too
good to be true."

A little unready to be still, she went off again into the room
specially prepared for her, where the green jalousies shaded the
windows. One window here was at the end; a direction in which Eleanor
had not looked. She softly raised the jalousies a little, expecting to
see just the waving bananas and other plants of the tropical garden
that surrounded the house; or perhaps servants' offices, about which
she had a good deal of curiosity.

Instead of that, the window revealed a landscape of such beauty that
Eleanor involuntarily pulled up the blind and sat entranced before it.
No such thing as servants or servants' offices. A wide receding stretch
of broken country, rising in the distance to the dignity of blue
precipitous hills; a gorge of which opened far away, to delight and
draw the eye into its misty depth; a middle distance of lordly forest,
with patches of clearing; bits of tropical vegetation at hand, and over
them and over it all a tropical sky. In one direction the view was very
open. Eleanor could discern a bit of a pathway winding through it, and
once or twice a dark figure moving along its course. This was Vuliva!
this was her foreign home! the region where darkness and light were
struggling foot by foot for the mastery; where heathen temples were
falling and heathen misery giving place to the joy of the gospel, but
where the gospel had to fight them yet. Eleanor looked till her heart
was too full to look any longer; and then turned aside to get the only
possible relief in prayer.

The hour was near gone when she went to her window again. The day was
cooling towards the evening. Well she guessed that this window had been
specially arranged for her. In everything that had been