Words of endearment
seldom came to his lips, but since the reconciliation he had more
than once spoken tenderly. Doubtless he was anxious to assure her
that she had again all his confidence. Strengthening herself in that
reflection, she strove to put everything out of her mind save the
duty which must henceforth direct her. Happily, there could be no
more strife with the promptings of her weaker self; circumstances
left but one path open before her; and that, however difficult, the
one she desired to tread. Henceforth memory must dwell on one thing
only in the past, her rescue by Michael Snowdon, her nurture under
his care. Though he could no longer speak, the recollection of his
words must be her unfailing impulse. In her his spirit must survive,
his benevolence still be operative.
At her wish, her father acquainted Sidney Kirkwood with what had
happened. Sidney did not visit her, but he wrote a letter, which,
having read it many times, she put carefully away to be a resource
if ever her heart failed. Mr. Percival came to the house on Monday,
in the company of Joseph Snowdon; he was sympathetic, but made no
direct reference to her position either now or in the future.
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