"You need have no fear." "That I think will be all you can do to aid success--nay, wait! instruct them also, if we have not arrived before the dawn to bide no longer; it will be useless." "Oh, say not so, Geoffrey Benteen," she cried, a sudden sob evidencing the strain upon her.

"Surely the good God will aid us now." "It is upon Him I rely," I responded, not knowing how best to minister to her deep distress.

"We will do all we can, Madame, to win His favor; beyond that nothing remains but to submit to His will." She hid her face in her arms upon the table, the light of the candle streaming almost golden in the heavy masses of her hair.

Instinctively I rested my hand caressingly upon it.
"Nay, Madame, this is time for strength, not weakness.

Afterwards we may have opportunity to weep; to-night there is call for action." She glanced up with a quick, impulsive gesture, and I saw her eyes were dry of tears.
"You think me unduly nervous and unstrung," she said quietly, and I could detect a touch of indignation in the tone.