Oh, oh, Margery!" An hour passed before I could tear myself away from the child.

Jane prepared luncheon, which was not eaten; but she did not attempt to share in our sorrow and caresses.

When I turned from the door Mopsie was prostrate, weeping on the mat; and Jane was standing upright in the doorway, straight, stern, and pale.

So I went sorrowing back to the Hall.

And I had not seen Mrs.Hollingford.
Had I seen her that day, had her errand of mercy not taken her away from her home and kept her away while I stayed, the whole current of my life and of the lives of others might have been changed.