I'll away now, if you will call Stephen.

Don't let Mrs.Sandal 'take on' more than you can help;" and, as Stephen lifted the reins, "You think it best to bring all here ?" "Far away best.

God speed you!" He watched them out of sight,--his snowy hair and strong face and black garments making a vivid picture in the misty, drippy doorway,--and then, returning to his study, he began his daily walk up and down its carpeted length, with a singularly solemn elation.

Ere long, the thoughtful stride was accompanied by low, musical mutterings, dropping from his lips in such majestic cadences that his steps involuntarily fell to their music in a march-like rhythm.
"Daughter of Justice, wronged Nemesis, Thou of the awful eyes, Whose silent sentence judgeth mortal life,-- Thou with the curb of steel, Which proudest jaws must feel, Stayest the snort and champ of human strife.
Under thy wheel unresting, trackless, all Our joys and griefs befall; In thy full sight our secret things go on; Step after step, thy wrath Follows the caitiff's path, And in his triumph breaks his vile neck bone.
To all alike, thou meetest out their due, Cubit for cubit, inch for inch,--stern, true." At the word "true" he paused a moment, and touched with his finger an old black volume on one of the book-shelves.

"'Stern, true,' whether Euripides says 'cubit for cubit,' or Moses 'an eye for an eye,' or Solomon that 'he that troubleth his own house shall inherit the wind.' Stern, true; for surely that which a man sows he shall also reap." After a while he went up-stairs and talked with Mrs.Sandal and Charlotte.