Oh, let us pray to Him, and He will answer." The eyes of the good and gentle girl were lit up with sudden radiance.
Her pallid cheek was faintly flushed; her whole countenance and tone expressed the enthusiasm, the holiness which had characterised her whole life.

Mrs.Greville clasped her faded form convulsively to her aching bosom, and, drooping her head, wept long and freely.
"Father, I have sinned," she murmured; "oh, have mercy." An hour passed, and neither Mary nor her mother moved from that posture of affliction, yet of prayer.

They heard not the sound of many voices below, nor a rapid footstep on the stairs.

The opening of the door aroused them, but Mary looked not up; she clung closer to her mother, for she feared to gaze again on Dupont.

A wild exclamation of joy, of thanksgiving, bursting from Mrs.Greville's lips startled her; for a moment she trembled, yet she could not be mistaken, that tone was joy.
Slowly she looked on the intruder.