And with her quick feeling she guessed that the lament of the Chief Justice had only awakened in the religious mind the typical religious cry, "_Thou_, Lord, art the Eternal, and Thy years shall not fail." At Field, where a most friendly inn shelters under the great shoulders of Mount Stephen, they left the car a while, took tea in the hotel, and wandered through the woods below it.

All the afternoon, Elizabeth had shown a most delicate and friendly consideration for Delaine.

She had turned the conversation often in his direction and on his subjects, had placed him by her side at tea, and in general had more than done her duty by him.

To no purpose.

Delaine saw himself as the condemned man to whom indulgences are granted before execution.