Clementina wept over this new danger which her comrades ran; Mrs.Misset wept for that her negligence was to blame; Gaydon sat on the box in the falling snow with his arms crossed upon his breast, and felt his head already loose upon his shoulders.

The only one of the party who had any comfort of that half-hour was Wogan.

For he had been wrong,--the chosen woman had no wish to glitter at all costs, though, to be sure, she could not help glittering with the refulgence of her great merits.

His idol had no blemish.

Wogan paced up and down the road, while he listened for O'Toole's return, and that thought cheated the time for him.