Thus did she continue to the end of her life the pious custom of her infancy.
All was still in the darkened chamber, and the rich tapestry hung mournfully from the walls.

The things of earth make the earthly heart ache in the presence of death.

But how joyously the eye of faith kindled up, as it rested on the face of the meek sufferer! The door opened softly, a light step entered, and a female servant whispered something to the countess.

She started and looked suddenly at Margaret.

The invalid had caught the whisper, low as it was.