I, too, have passed that way, and know your pain.

But consolation will come.

I find it here in the cure of souls--you will find it in your England, leading your fellow countrymen to finer ends.

It is not for all of us, the glory of the dawn or the meridian, but we can all secure a sunset of blessed peace if we will." And then, as Henry wrung his thin old hand, he muttered with tenderness, "Good-night, and _pax vobiscum_," while a moisture glistened in his keen black eyes.
And when the door was closed upon his guest he turned back into his little room, this thought going on with him: "A great gentleman--though my Dame d'Heronac will be happier with the fierce one.

Youth must have its day, and all is well." But Henry, striding in the dark with the sound of the rushing sea for company, found no consolation.
When he got back to the chateau and was going up the chief staircase to his room, he met Moravia coming down.