during the 'Horror of Great Darkness,' have gone from us. And this poor sister did this for her Saviour's sake."
They stood by Gertrude Hunt's grave as they spoke.
A slender copper cross rose above it, some six feet high.
"I wonder how the poor girl managed it," said Spence at length; "her letter was wonderfully complete. Sir Michael—Lord Fencastle, I mean—showed it me some years ago. She was wonderfully adroit. I suppose Llwellyn had left papers about or something. But I do wonder how she did it."
"That," said Father Ripon, "was what she would never tell anybody."
"Requiescat in pace," said Spence.
"In Paradise with Saint Mary of Magdala," the priest said softly.
THE SECOND PICTURE
Quem Deus Vult Perdere.
The chaplain of the county asylum stood by the castellated red brick lodge at the end of the asylum drive, talking to a group of young ladies.
The drive, which stretched away nearly a quarter of a mile to the enormous buildings of the asylum, with their lofty towers and warm, florid architecture, was edged with rhododendrons and other shrubs.
The gardens were beautifully kept. Everything was mathematically straight and clean, almost luxurious, indeed.
The girls were three in number, young, fashionably dressed. They talked without ceasing in an empty-headed stream of girlish chatter.
They were the daughters of a great ironfounder in the district, and would each have a hundred thousand pounds.
