The fountains of his heart seemed dry as dust.

The anger of God weighed him down till "He felt as one Who, waking after some strange, fevered dream, Sees a dim land and things unspeakable, And comes to know at last that it is hell." Meantime Christine was lying with folded hands, praying for him.

She knew what an agony he was going through, and ceaselessly with pure supplications she prayed for his forgiveness.

About midnight one came and told him his wife wanted to see him.

He rose with a wretched sigh, and looked at the clock.