It was something over which she could not possibly have control; the stern protest of nature against an alliance unblessed by love.
One day, during mid-winter, her best friend, Mrs.De Lisle, in making one of her usual visits, found her sitting alone, and in tears.

It was the first sign of struggling emotion that she had yet seen, and she gladly recognized the tokens of returning life.
"Showers for the heart," she said, almost smiling, as she kissed the pale invalid.

"May the green grass and the sweet smiling violets soon appear." Mrs.Dexter did not reply, but with unusual signs of feeling, hid her face in the garments of her friend.
"How are you to-day ?" asked Mrs.De Lisle, after she had given time for emotion to subside.
"About as usual," was answered, and Mrs.Dexter looked with regaining calmness into her face.
"I have not seen you so disturbed for weeks," said Mrs.De Lisle.
"I have not felt so wild a strife in my soul for months," was answered.

"Oh, that I could die! It was this prayer that unlocked the long closed fountain of tears." "With God are the issues of life," said Mrs.De Lisle.

"We must each of us wait His good time--patiently, hopefully, self-denyingly wait." "I know! I know!" replied Mrs.Dexter.