In fact Blanche was an ideal woman, a comforter and a helper.
"How could I live here without you, Blanche ?" he said one day.
"Heaven tempers the wind to the shorn lamb," she answered.

"Nothing is so bad that it could not be worse." Blanche was a pure Christian girl.
No influence on earth could swerve her from a course marked out for her by her intellect and approved by her conscience.

She was a devout Christian, and when her companion, in the bitterness of his soul, was rebellious, her sweet Christian influence led him back to God.
In the stillness of life, talent is formed; but in the storm and stress of adverse circumstances character is fashioned.

Had Blanche returned to London she might have become a society lady; but here she was a consoler, binding up the broken heart.

She would sit for hours by John's side talking with him about his wife and children in far-off Virginia, and she never went to sleep without praying Heaven by some means to take the father and husband back to his loved ones.
"I went to the cliff this morning," she said, "thinking I might see a sail, but I was disappointed." "Why did you think to see a sail, Blanche ?" he asked.
"I dreamed last night that a ship came for you and took you home.