Nature had her way.

But emotion spent itself, and a deep calm followed.
"Dear, patient, much-enduring, true-hearted friend!" Mrs.De Lisle spoke almost in a whisper, her lips, close to the ear of Mrs.Dexter.The words, or at least some of them, had the effect to rouse the latter from her half lethargic condition.

Lifting her face from the bosom of her friend, she looked up and said-- Patient?
Much enduring?
"Is it not so?
God give you wisdom, hope, triumph! I have looked into your heart many times, Mrs.Dexter.Not curiously, not as a study, not to see how well you could hide from common eyes its hidden anguish, but in deep and loving compassion, and with a strong desire to help and counsel.

Will you admit me to a more sacred friendship ?" "Oh, yes! Gladly! Thankfully!" replied Mrs.Dexter.

"How many, many times have I desired to open my heart to you; but dared not.