It was standing in the very centre of that slanting column of light which the sun poured into the chamber; and the rays seemed to surround it as a halo, and settled, crown-like, on the gold of its shining hair.

In its small shape, so exquisitely modelled, in its large, steady, tranquil eyes, there was something that awed, while it charmed the mother's pride.

It gazed on Glyndon as he spoke, with a look which almost might have seemed disdain, and which Viola, at least, interpreted as a defence of the Absent, stronger than her own lips could frame.
Glyndon broke the pause.
"Thou wouldst stay, for what?
To betray a mother's duty! If any evil happen to thee here, what becomes of thine infant?
Shall it be brought up an orphan, in a country that has desecrated thy religion, and where human charity exists no more?
Ah, weep, and clasp it to thy bosom; but tears do not protect and save." "Thou hast conquered, my friend, I will fly with thee." "To-morrow night, then, be prepared.

I will bring thee the necessary disguises." And Glyndon then proceeded to sketch rapidly the outline of the path they were to take, and the story they were to tell.

Viola listened, but scarcely comprehended; he pressed her hand to his heart and departed..