She had never even heard of it.

It is sad to bury a baby that is dead; it is sadder, if we but knew it, to bury in darkness and silence a child that has never lived.

A joy that has gone from us for ever is a jewel that trembles like a tear on Sorrow's breast, but the brightest stars in her diadem are the memories of hopes that have passed away unrealised and untold.

Ah well, perhaps the gay trappings of the little room, by their daily influence on his life, drew him nearer to heaven.

He gave the key to his sister afterwards, and they used the room as their own; but that day he locked himself in alone, and, hiding his face in the cushions of her chair, he wept as only a strong man can weep.
VI A COMMERCIAL TRAVELLER Mam'selle Zilda Chaplot keeps the station hotel at St.Armand, in the French country.
The hotel is like a wooden barn with doors and windows, not a very large barn either.