There are no secrets any more; and her story is a pitiful one, because she was so young." "It is possible it has been well for them," the priest said meditatively, looking into the glowing fire in the stove whose door he had opened.

"They were too young and undisciplined at first for happiness--they have come through so much suffering now they will cling to each other and joy and not let it slip from their hands.

She is more suited to such a one as the Seigneur of Arranstoun than any other--there is a vigor of youth in her which must find expression.

And it is something to be of noble blood, after all." Here he turned and looked contemplatively at Henry.

"It makes one able to surmount anguish and remain a gentleman with manners, even at such a cruel crisis as this.
You have all my deep understanding and sympathy, my son.