Soon Mrs.Wallingford came down.

She looked even more distressed than when she left the room.
"I'm afraid it might do harm," she said doubtingly.
"So am I.It will, I am sure, be best to let him have his way for the present.

Something has disturbed him fearfully; but he is struggling hard for the mastery over himself, and you may be sure, madam, that he will gain it.

Your son is a young man of no light stamp of character; and he will come out of this ordeal, as gold from the crucible." "You think so, Doctor ?" She looked at me with a hopeful light in her troubled countenance.
"I do, verily.

So let your heart dwell in peace." I was anxious to get back to my good Constance, and so, after a few more encouraging words for Mrs.Wallingford, I tried the storm again, and went through its shivering gusts, to my own home.