She could not exactly tell why she felt so sad. Of course, she was sorry to lose Blanche. Such an occasion did not seem to Clare at all proper for mirth and feasting: on the contrary, it felt the thing next saddest to a funeral. They would see Blanche now and then, no doubt; but she was lost to them on the whole: she would never again be, what she had always been till now, one of themselves, an integral part of the home. And they were growing fewer; only four left now, where there had once been a household of eight. And Clare felt a little of the sadness--felt much more deeply by some than others--of being, though loved by several, yet first with none. Well, God had fixed her lot: and it was a good one, she whispered to herself, as if to repel the sadness gathering at her heart--it was a good one. She would always live at home; she would grow old, ministering to father and mother and aunt-- wanted and looked for by all three; not useless--far from it. And that was a great deal. What if the Lord had not thought her meet for work in His outer vineyard?--was not this little home-corner in His vineyard still?--She was not a foundation-stone, not a cornice, not a pillar, in the Church of God. Nay, she thought herself not even one of the stones in the wall: only a bit of mortar, filling up a crevice. But the bit of mortar was wanted, and was in its right place, because the Builder had put it there. That was a great deal--oh yes, it was everything. "And yet," said Clare's heart,--"and yet!--" For this was not an unlabelled sorrow. Arthur Tremayne's name was written all over it. And Clare had to keep her heart stayed on two passages of Scripture, which she took as specially for her and those in her position. It is true, they were written of men: but did not the grammar say that the masculine included the feminine? If so, what right had any one to suppose (as Lady Enville had once said flippantly) that "there were no promises in the Bible to old maids?" Were there not these glorious two?--the one promise of the Old Covenant, the one promise of the New. "Even unto them will I give in Mine house and within My walls a place and a name better than of sons and of daughters; I will give them an everlasting name, that shall not be cut off." [Isaiah sixteen verse 5.] "These are they which follow the Lamb whithersoever He goeth. These were redeemed from among men, being the first-fruits unto God and to the Lamb. And in their mouth was found no guile; for they are without fault before the throne of God." [Revelations fourteen verses 4, 5.] So Clare was content. Yet it was a sorrowful sort of content, after all--for Clare was human, too. She was absently pulling off some dead leaves from the arbour, and the sudden jump which she gave showed how much she was startled. "May I come in, Clare?" asked a voice at the entrance. "Oh, ay--come in," said Clare, in a flutter, and trembling all over.