eth by taking her brother from her, of the satisfaction she felt
in mortifying the pride of the Burrells and the Treshams--even of her
impatience and ill-temper with Roland because he was not able to
conquer the weaknesses which were as natural to him as the blood in
his body or the thought in his brain; because he could not alter the
adverse circumstances which, as soon as they touched American soil,
began to close around them.

"And my great grief is this," she cried, wringing her long, wasted
hands: "he has died before his time and he has gone so far away that
he neither sees my repentance nor hears my words of remorseful
sorrow."

"Would you desire the dead to see your sorrow, Mrs. Tresham?" said
Ada. "Sorrow is for the living, not for the dead."

"Oh, it is not enough to be seen by the living! I want the dead to
know that I grieve! When I have wept on my mother's breast and knelt
at my father's feet, I shall still long for poor Roland to know that I
am sorry for the cross looks and cross words and all the petty
discomforts which drove him from me--drove him to death before his
time; that is the cruellest thing of all."

Mr. Lanhearne entered the room as she spoke, and he sat down and
answered her: "To die before one's time, before one has seen and
heard, and enjoyed and suffered the full measure of life, may seem
hard, Mrs. Tresham, but there is something in this respect much
harder. I have just been with a man who has lived after his time. The
grave has swallowed up all his loves and all his joys, and he alone is
left of his family and friends. Over such lingering lives thick, dark
shadows fall, I can assure you. They have the loneliness of the grave
without its quiet sleep and its freedom from unkindness and suffering.
Let me advise you, as soon as you can bear the journey, to go to your
own people. It was your husband's desire."

"I know it was, sir. I have fought hunger and sorrow and death like a
cat. But there is no need to continue the fight. I will go to the good
father and mother that God gave me. I will weep no more rebellious
tears. I will surrender myself and wait for His comfort. I am but a
poor, suffering woman, but I know the hand that has smitten me."

And Ada bowed her head and repeated softly:

"They are most high who humblest at God's knees
Lie loving God, and trusting though He smite."

Then they spoke of the sea-journey, and Denas wished to go away as
soon as possible. "I shall ge