The scales had fallen from her eyes, and she saw her sister's husband in his true light--false, shallow, selfish, dishonourable.
"Oh," she thought, with untold thanksgiving in her heart, "what would have become of me if I had married him ?" There was another sore subject in her heart, too--that short-lived betrothal to Sir Ronald Keith.

How low she must have fallen when she could do that! How she despised herself now for ever entertaining the thought of that base marriage.

She could thank Father Francis at last.
By the sick-bed of Doctor Frank she had learned a lesson that would last her a lifetime.
The radiance of the sunset was fading out of the sky, and the gray twilight was filling the room.

She rose up, drew back the green curtains, and looked for a moment at the peaceful village street.

When she returned to the bedside, the sleeper was awake, his eyes calm and clear for the first time.