"Mrs.Lewson's faithful heart loves poor Arthur's memory--and Arthur's grave is not far from your cottage." "Don't speak of him!" It was said loudly, peremptorily, passionately.

He looked at her with angry astonishment in his face.

"You loved him too!" he said.

"Can you speak of him quietly?
The noblest, truest, sweetest man that ever the Heavens looked on, foully assassinated.

And the wretch who murdered him still living, free--oh, what is God's providence about ?--is there no retribution that will follow him?
no just hand that will revenge Arthur's death ?" As those fierce words escaped him, he was no longer the easy, gentle, joyous creature whom Iris had known and loved.