"You'll be better by-and-by, dear," she said. "I'm deadened," he persisted sadly. "Don't feel like that," Sibylla implored. "Your life will come back to you in the sunshine and the country air. We shan't let you feel like that. Why, it's full of life here. There's a wedding to-morrow, Mr. Mumple! And another engaged couple--my brother and Miss Raymore! And you'll like my husband, and I'll bring my baby boy to see you." "Such a pretty little dear," exclaimed Mumples. "You must take an interest in us," smiled Sibylla; "and then you'll be pleased when we are--won't he, Mumples? Because you're to be one of us, just as your wife is." Mrs. Mumple suddenly turned away and, murmuring something about getting tea, escaped from the room. The old man fixed his eyes on Sibylla's face in a long inquiring gaze. "You say that to me, madame? I don't deserve to have that said to me. You're a beautiful young lady, and very kind, I know, and good, I'm sure. Your husband is lucky, and so is your son. But I've been a convict for seventeen years, and it's only by a chance I'm not a murderer. I'm not fit to come near you nor yours--no, not near your little boy." Sibylla came to him and took his work-worn hand. He saw that she meant to kiss it and held it back. "A convict and in heart a murderer, madame," he said, his lips trembling a little and his calm eyes very sad. "I'm not fit for you to touch." "I'll tell you something," said Sibylla. "You call me kind and good--you say my husband and my boy are lucky, and you tell me you're not fit for me to touch--for me to touch! I tried to run away from my husband, and I was ready to leave my little boy to his death." A great wonder came into the old man's eyes; he asked no question, but he ceased to resist her persuading grasp. She raised his hand to her lips and kissed it. "I thought my heart was dead, as you think yours is. But light and life have come back into mine, and you mustn't shut yours against them. You must try to be happy, if it's only for dear old Mumples' sake. She's thought of nothing but making you happy all these years." She laid her hand on his shoulder. "And love us too. For my husband's and my boy's sake keep the secret I've told you, but remember it when you feel despairing. It wasn't easy for me to speak of it, but I thought it would give you hope; and it will prevent you feeling the sort of thing you felt about me, and I hope about any of us." He turned his eyes to hers. "You're telling me the truth, I know, madame," he said slowly. "It's a very strange world. I'll try not to despair." "No, no, don't despair; above all, don't despair," whispered Sibylla. "I have a remnant of my days, and I have the love of my wife. God has left me something out of the wreck that I've made." Sibylla stooped and kissed him on the brow. He caught her hands and looked again in her eyes for a long time. "It is true? And your eyes are like the eyes of an angel."