I am to be put off with kindly excuses; begged to state my errand--rehearse my claims and my hopes to some gentle go-between! I have not strength for that.

I must see the mother--the mother.

God give me wisdom and keep me calm--calm." Meanwhile the young woman she had instinctively called gentle advanced into the center of the room.

Mechanically, Ermentrude rose to meet her, and thus stepped into a better light.

Tragedy came with her.