I am but where I was before, as Dr.Hamilton said.

Poor Dr.Hamilton! He is so sorry." Mr.Cardross did not ask about what, but turned to the table and began cutting open the leaves of a book.

For Helen, she drew nearer to Lord Cairnforth's chair, and laid over the poor, weak, wasted fingers her soft, warm hand.
The tears sprang to the young earl's eyes.

"Don't speak to me," he whispered; "it is all over now; but it was very hard for a time." "I know it." "Yes--at least as much as you can know." Helen was silent.

She recognized, as she had never recognized before, the awful individuality of suffering which it had pleased God to lay upon this one human being--suffering at which even the friends who loved him best could only stand aloof and gaze, without the possibility of alleviation.
"Ay," he said, at last, "it is all over: I need try no more experiments.
I shall just sit still and be content." What was the minute history of the experiments he had tried, how much bodily pain they had cost him, and through how much mental pain he had struggled before he attained that "content," he did not explain even to Helen.