You do not know her, dearest, as I do--how good and kind she is, in spite of all.
We will appeal to her; she will devise some means by which, without the scandal of a divorce, she and I may be separated.

She will take dear little Sta with her--it is only right, poor girl; but she will let me come and see him.

She will be a sister to us, dearest.

Courage! All will come right yet.

Trust to me." An hysterical laugh came to Mrs.Horncastle's lips and then stopped.
For as she looked up at him in his supreme hopefulness, his divine confidence in himself and others--at his handsome face beaming with love and happiness, and his clear gray eyes glittering with an almost spiritual prescience--she, woman of the world and bitter experience, and perfectly cognizant of her own and Kitty's possibilities, was, nevertheless, completely carried away by her lover's optimism.