"I know not truly, but I am very happy.

She said that all was over, and that I had not done wrong.

She had a fair, young face, with eyes that seemed to have looked always at the stars of heaven.

She said I had done no wrong." The duchess's face laid itself down upon the pillow, a river of clear tears running down her cheeks.
"Wrong!" she said--"you! dear one--woman of Christ's heart, if ever lived one.

You were so weak and I so strong, and yet as I look back it seems that all of good that made me worthy to be wife and mother I learned from your simplicity." Through the tower window and the ivy closing round it, the blueness of the summer sky was heavenly fair; soft, and light white clouds floated across the clearness of its sapphire.