It was all in vain that Jessie Loring sought for light and comfort in this direction.

They were not found.

When she joined her aunt, some hours afterwards, her face had not regained its former placidity.
"Well, dear," said Mrs.Loring, speaking in what sounded to the ear of her niece a light tone, "have you got it all right with yourself ?" Jessie smiled faintly, and merely answered-- "It will take time.

But I trust that all will come out truly adjusted in the end." She had never ventured to bring to her aunt's very external judgment the real questions that troubled her.

Mrs.Loring's prompt way of sweeping aside these cobwebs of the brain, as she called the finer scruples of conscience, could not satisfy her yearning desire for light.
"Yes; time works wonders.