Then once again loyalty prevailed, the name of Felsenburgh weighed down the balance, and trust came back with a flood of tears.
"Oh, Oliver," she said, "I know I trust you.

But I am so weak, and all is so terrible.

And He so strong and merciful.

And will He be with us to-morrow ?" * * * * * It struck midnight from the clock-tower a mile away as they yet sat and talked.

She was still tremulous from the struggle; but she looked at him smiling, still holding his hands.