"My faith, do I know?
But the appearance of interest in your face so venerable, it touch me to the heart.

Shall I go and tell the rest of my story to him there, that other, the justice of the peace?
But no, it would break your heart to hear not the end.

That we proceed then, though not so cheerful the ending of my story.

Zenobia, in her southern home, happy, with her child at her knee, feels still in her heart the desire to see once more her father, to bring him to her, here in the warm south to end his days of age.

She writes, but no answer comes; again she writes, and again, grief in her soul, to think that anger is between her and one so dear.