ow, my daughter, will I wish thee the blessing of sweet sleep,
for 'tis late; I will see thee again soon."

"Thou art very good," she replied simply, "thou, the only one
remaining--" her lips trembled and tears filled her eyes; suddenly she
threw her arms about him, and between the sobs which shook her frame,
exclaimed, hiding her face upon his shoulder, "all that is left me
now."

Garnet regarded the slight figure clinging to him: "Oh God!" he
thought, "Is it Thy will that such as these must suffer?" He raised
his arm as if to encircle her, but let it drop by his side.

"Come, my child," he said after a moment, putting her gently from him,
"thy tears well nigh unman me; I would it were in my power to give
thee consolation, but help must come from higher hands than mine."

As he reached the threshold he turned and beheld a picture which
haunted him many a day, and for an instant raised within his holy mind
a doubt of the justice of such grief. As she stood, the imprint of
deep sorrow was on the fair young face--a sorrow the young should
never know. One arm was raised as though in mute appeal to him not to
forsake her in this misery. A look, and he closed the door, passing
out into the night.

The effect produced upon Garnet by the trouble he had just witnessed
was complex. Never doubting the justice of the cause he espoused,
still, his quiet nature could not hide from itself a feeling of pity
that one so good and innocent should be called upon to suffer equally
with those whose unholy hands were raised to snatch the cross from off
the altar of his fathers.

"Truly," he muttered, as he proceeded on his way--pressing a hand to
his breast that he might feel the crucifix resting there--"it hath
been resolved by higher authority than my weak will that this thing
must be done. And, Henry Garnet, who art thou to question? Still," he
added, sadly shaking his head, the memory of a tear-stained face
passing before him, "it is a pity; but for every tear that falls from
thy gentle eyes a soul will be redeemed."

He continued on his way in silence. As he approached the more densely
populated districts of the city, an almost unconscious movement of the
hand brought the fold of his mantle over his shoulder, so that it hid
the lower portion of his face. The tall figure of Garnet was one which
could not fail to attract attention, and many a passerby turned to see
who the cavalier might be. This did not escape the eye of the prel