Everything comes sooner or later to those that can wait." "Oh, papa," cried Mary, "you've said more to comfort me than Mrs.Easton or anybody can; but I feel the change will do me good.

I am, oh, so grateful!" So Mary wrote her letter, and went to Mrs.Easton next day.

After the usual embraces, she gave Mrs.Easton the letter, and was duly installed in the state bedroom.

She wrote to Julia Clifford to say where she was, and that was her way of letting Walter Clifford know.
Walter himself arrived at Clifford Hall next day, worn, anxious, and remorseful, and was shown at once to his father's bedside.

The Colonel gave him a wasted hand, and said: "Dear boy, I thought you'd come.