CHAPTER 14.
Good Mrs.Campbell had guessed truly that from this time forward Helen Bruce would be only a mother.

Either she was one of those women in whom the maternal element predominates--who seem born to take care of other people and rarely to be taken care of themselves--or else her cruel experience of married life had forever blighted in her all wifely emotions--even wifely regrets.

She was grave, sad, silent, for many months during her early term of widowhood, but she made no pretense of extravagant sorrow, and, except under the rarest and most necessary circumstances, she never even named her husband.

Nothing did she betray about him, or her personal relations with him, even to her nearest and dearest friends.

He had passed away, leaving no more enduring memory than the tomb-stone which Lord Cairnforth had erected in Grayfriars' church-yard.
-- -Except his child, of whom it was the mother's undisguised delight that, outwardly and inwardly, the little fellow appeared to be wholly a Cardross.