CHAPTER XXVI.
TOO LATE.
And how was poor Grace Harvey prospering the while?
While comfortable folks were praising her, at their leisure, as a heroine, Grace Harvey was learning, so she opined, by fearful lessons, how much of the unheroic element was still left in her.

The first lesson had come just a week after the yacht sailed for Port Madoc, when the cholera had all but subsided; and it came in this wise.

Before breakfast one morning she had to go up to Heale's shop for some cordial.

Her mother had passed, so she said, a sleepless night, and come downstairs nervous and without appetite, oppressed with melancholy, both in the spiritual and the physical sense of the word.

It was not often so with her now.