Fay's beauty had increased in some ways and diminished in others during the year of her widowhood.

She had become slightly thinner and paler, but not to the extent when beauty suffers wrong.

A very young face can bear a worn look, and even have its charm enhanced thereby.

The mark of suffering on Fay's childlike face and in her deep violet eyes had brought with it an expression which might easily be mistaken for spirituality, especially by those--and they are very many--to whom a pallid and attenuated aspect are the outward signs of spirituality.
That she was miserable was obvious.

_But why was she so restless ?_ Magdalen had often silently asked herself that question during the past year.