She sat now by the open window, looking out over the bright garden to the distant peaceful hills, and by degrees the pain of it began to fade from her mind, in thoughts of John himself, his goodness, and their love.

Yes, they loved one another,--that was enough.
"What does it matter what his belief is ?" she said.

"I love him!" So, by and by, the content of mere existence unfolded in her heart, and John's belief was no more to her than a dress of the mind; his character was unchanged.

There was a momentary pang that the characters of others might be hurt by this teaching of the expediency of virtue, but she forced the thought back.

John, whose whole life was a lesson in the beauty of holiness--John could not injure any one.