Peace at last." (She moved half a step towards him, and her face glowed like a rose of fire.

Her hand rose a little.) "Go back to London, Father Franklin, and use your eyes.

You will see him, I dare say, and you will see more besides." (Her voice began to vibrate.) "And you will understand, perhaps, why we have treated you like this--why we are no longer afraid of you--why we are willing that my mother should do its she pleases.

Oh! you will understand, Father Franklin if not to-night, to-morrow; or if not to-morrow, at least in a very short time." "Mabel!" cried her husband.
The girl wheeled, and threw her arms round him, and kissed him on the mouth.
"Oh! I am not ashamed, Oliver, my dear.

Let him go and see for himself.
Good-night, Father Franklin." As he went towards the door, hearing the ping of the bell that some one touched in the room behind him, he turned once more, dazed and bewildered; and there were the two, husband and wife, standing in the soft, sunny light, as if transfigured.