The facts you wrung from Alfrida--God grant forgiveness to that tormented heart--are all true.

Believing the messenger, not dreaming of doubting Eleanor, my one thought was to hide from the world my broken heart, my shattered pride.

I hastened to offer to God the love and the life which had been slighted by man.

I confess this has since seemed to me but a poor second-best to have brought to Him, Who indeed should have our very best.

But, daily kneeling at His Feet, I said: 'A broken and a contrite heart, Lord, Thou wilt not despise.' My heart was 'broken,' when I brought it here.