was buried in the church near Belfont. There was a white stone placed upon her grave, and her old father went daily there and wept; and he had the tree that now grows there planted; and it was railed around, that the cattle and wild-goats, might not destroy it.
"Take the band from my head," said
Calantha. "Give me air. This kills
me. . . ." She visited the grave of
Alice: she met Mac Allain returning from
it, they uttered not one word as they
passed each other. The silence was more
terrible than a thousand lamentations. . . .
Lady Margaret sent for Calantha. She
looked ill, and was much agitated. "It
is time," said Lady Margaret, to speak
to you. "The folly of your conduct,"—"Oh
it is past folly," said Calantha
weeping. Lady Margaret looked upon
her with contempt. "How weak, and
how absurd is this. Whatever your errors,
need you thus confess them? and
