CHAPTER XV.
SILENCIEUX ALONE IN THE WOOD.
Beatrice's grief for Wonder was such as only a mother can know.

She had but one consolation,--the kind sad eyes of Antony.

She had lost Wonder, but Antony had come back again.

Wonder was not so dead as Antony had seemed a month ago.
When they had left Wonder and were back in the house which was now twice desolate, Antony took Beatrice's hands very tenderly and said:-- "I have been very wrong all these months.

For a shadow I have missed the lovely reality of a little child--and for a shadow, my own faithful wife, I have all this time done you cruel wrong.