And now for a long hour we waited--scarcely moving.

John lay, his eyes sometimes closed, sometimes fixed dreamily on the bit of blue sky that shone out above the iron railings between the Abbey trees.

More than once they wandered to the little letter, which lay buried in his hands.

He felt it there--that was enough.
My father came in from the garden, and settled to his afternoon doze; but I think John hardly noticed him--nor I.

My poor old father! Yet we were all young once--let youth enjoy its day! At length Ursula came.