But to return to the dead.
As soon as Mrs.Wentworth was left alone, her face assumed its natural appearance, and the rigid expression it had hitherto worn was dispelled.

Opening a bundle she had brought front her room, she took out a white dress.

It was one of the few remaining articles of clothing she possessed, and had only been saved at the earnest solicitation of the little Ella.

It was her bridal robe; in that she had walked up to the altar and plighted her troth to the loved husband who was now a prisoner and far away.

The first and last time she had worn it was on that day, and as she gazed on it the memory of the past rushed upon her.