Human intelligence is too finite to penetrate or comprehend a system so complex, and yet so uniform.

The mind of man can only form a just idea of a cause when the effect has been made manifest to his understanding.

There might have been a reason for the death of Mary Wolston--who knows?
But if it were so, that reason was beyond the pale of mortal ken.
Let us not, however, anticipate.

Mary Wolston is not yet dead.

On the contrary, when the ninth day of her illness had passed, Fritz and Jack were returning from an expedition, the nature of which was only known to themselves, but which, to judge from the packs that they bore on their backs, had been tolerably productive.