"These things are decreed of God, and done with.

Now you must look to yourself.

Your father is gone, but one remains." Cicely lifted her tear-stained face.
"Yes, I have you," she said.
"Me!" she answered, with a quick smile.

"Nay, of what use am I?
Your nursing days are over.

What did you tell me your father said to you before he rode--about Sir Christopher?
Hush! there's no time to talk; you must away to Cranwell Towers." "Why ?" asked Cicely.