"I am very tired," said Mrs. Grey, while Dr. Grey was seeing the last of
the visitors to their carriage. "I think I will go at once to my own
room".
"Do so," replied Aunt Maria. "Indeed, it has been a very fatiguing day
for you, and for us all. Go, and I will tell Arnold you are dressing. It
only wants half an hour to dinner."
"I will be ready."
And so she was. But for twenty of the thirty minutes she had lain
motionless on her bed, almost like a dead figure, as passive and as
white. Then she rose, dressed herself, and went down to the formal
meal, and to the somber, safe routine of her present existence, as it
would flow on--and she prayed with all her heart it might--until she
died.
Chapter 5.
_"He stands a-sudden at the door,
And no one hears his soundless tread,
And no one sees his veiled head,
Or silent hand, put forth so sure,_
_"To grasp and snatch from mortal sight;
Or else benignly turn away,
And let us live our little day,
And tremble back into the light:_
_"But though thus awful to our eyes,
He is an angel in disguise."_
Every human being, and certainly every woman, has, among the
various ideals of happiness, good to make, if never to enjoy, one special
ideal---that great necessity of every tender heart---Home.
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