ot think that. I only lose him for a time that I may
gain him for ever. In this world he is separated from me, in the
worlds to come my rights will assert themselves, and we shall be
together, and never part any more."

Lady Bellamy looked at her wonderingly, for her eyes could still
express her emotions.

"You are a fine creature," she said, "and, if you believe that,
perhaps it will be true for you, since Faith must be the measure of
realization. But, after all, he may not have married her. That will be
for you to find out."

"How can I find out?"

"By writing to him, of course--to the care of Mrs. Carr, Madeira. That
is sure to find him."

"Thank you. How can I thank you enough?"

"It seems to me that you owe me few thanks. You are always foolish
about what tends to secure your own happiness, or you would have
thought of this before."

There was a pause, and then Angela rose to go.

"Are you going. Yes, go. I am not fit company for such as you. Perhaps
we shall not meet again; but, in thinking of all the injuries that I
have done you, remember that my punishment is proportionate to my sin.
They tell me that I may live for years."

Angela gazed at the splendid wreck beneath her, and an infinite pity
swelled in her gentle heart. Stooping, she kissed her on the forehead.
A wild astonishment filled Lady Bellamy's great, dark eyes.

"Child, child, what are you doing? you do not know what I am, or you
would not kiss me!"

"Yes, Lady Bellamy," she said, quietly, "I do, that is, I know what
you have been; but I want to forget that. Perhaps you will one day be
able to forget it too. I do not wish to preach, but perhaps, after
all, this terrible misfortune may lead you to something better. Thank
God, there is forgiveness for us all."

Her words touched some forgotten chord in the stricken woman's heart,
and two big tears rolled down the frozen cheeks. They were the first
Anne Bellamy had wept for many a day.

"Your voice," she said, "has a music that awakes the echoes from a
time when I was good and pure like you, but that time has gone for
ever."

"Surely, Lady Bellamy, the heart that can remember it can also strive
to reach another like it. If you have descended the cliff whence those
echoes spring, into a valley however deep, there is still another
cliff before you that you may climb."

"It is easy to descend, but we need wings to climb. Look at me,
Angela; my body is not more crippled and shorn of powe