He cared little for his wrath or its effects; if disinherited himself, it pleased his imagination to think he had enriched his gentle cousin.

But his uncle carried his resentment further than he had dreamed, or indeed any one else who had beheld the show of affection he continued to the orphan Edith up to the last moment of his existence.

He died in October of the preceding year, a week before the capitulation at York-town, and almost within the sound of the guns that proclaimed the fall of the cause he had so loyally espoused.

From this place of victory Roland departed to seek his kinswoman.

He found her in the house--not of his fathers, but of a stranger--herself a destitute and homeless orphan.