Have I become an old woman in four years ?" "No, but you have become a sick woman.

I want you to be well and strong." Then she lay back on her pillows, and as she closed her eyes some quick, hot tears were on her white face, and John kissed them away, and with a troubled heart, uncertain and unhappy, he bid her good night.
Nothing in the interview had comforted or enlightened him, but there was that measure of the Divine spirit in John Hatton, which enabled him to _rise above_ what he could not _go through_.

He had found even from his boyhood that for the chasms of life wings had been provided and that he could mount heaven-high by such help and bring back strength for every hour of need.

And he was comforted by the word that came to him, and he fell asleep to the little antiphony he held with his own soul: O Lord how happy is the time-- * * * * * When from my weariness I climb, Close to thy tender breast.
* * * * * For there abides a peace of Thine, Man did not make, and cannot mar.
* * * * * Perfect I call Thy plan, I trust what Thou shalt do.
And in some way and through some intelligence he was counseled as he slept, in two words--_Mark Sewell_.

And he wondered that he had not thought of his wife's physician before.