She gave him a cold hand as she went out.
"Thank you, brother," she said in a low voice, and with a simplicity more touching than tears, "all that you have said is true and kind, and I will go away and will ask pardon." But the consolation coming from devotion did not go far with such a one as her.

We cannot rest on religion merely by saying that we will do so.
Very speedily there comes consolation in another form.

Queen Anne is on her deathbed, and a young Stuart prince appears upon the scene, of whom some loyal hearts dream that they can make a king.

He is such as Stuarts were, and only walks across the novelist's canvas to show his folly and heartlessness.

But there is a moment in which Beatrix thinks that she may rise in the world to the proud place of a royal mistress.