There was no comfort to offer.

And behind the rose tinted mists her own spectre merely pretended to veil itself.
* * * * * When she lay in bed at night in her quiet room she often lay awake long and long for pure bliss.

The world in which people were near--_near_--to one another and loved each other, the world Donal had always belonged to even when he was a little boy, she now knew and lived in.

There was no loneliness in it.

If there was pain or trouble some one who loved you was part of it and you, and so you could bear it.