And the cold splendour of the weather heightened the spell of the great, dead, regal place; so that the figures and pageants of a vanished world seemed to be still latent in the sharp bright air--a filmy multitude.
This brilliance of an incomparable _decor_ followed me back to Hertfordshire, and remained with me through winter days.

But when the last pages came, in December, I turned back in spirit to the softer, kinder beauty amid which the little story had taken its rise, and I placed the sad second spring of the two marred lives under the dear shelter of the fells.
MARY A.WARD..