She had prayed ardently, fervently, that day, for courage, for resolution, to complete the dreaded sacrifice, and she had found it. "Oh, Lord! I am thy servant. Do with me what thou wilt. Trembling in spirit, the victim of my infirmity--a poor, selfish, cowardly being, I fall down before Thee. Thou hast showed me what is right--the sacrifice I ought to make. Oh, give me strength in my weakness to _be_ faithful to complete it!" Thus had she prayed. And now resolved in heart, the poor sinking spirit failing her within but, as I said, steadying her voice with an almost heroic constancy, she resisted her grateful and pious child's representation: "I have told Edgar--dear as he is to me--strong as are the claims his generous affection gives him over me--that I will not--I can not forsake you." "You must not call it forsake," said the mother, gently. "My love, the Lord of life himself has spoken it: 'Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife.'" "And so he is ready to do," cried Catherine, eagerly. "Yes, mother, he desires nothing better--he respects my scruples--he has offered, dear Edgar! to abandon his profession and come and live here, and help me to take care of you and my father. Was not that beautiful?" and the tears stood in her speaking eyes. "Beautiful! generous! devoted! My Catherine will be a happy woman;" and the mother smiled. A ray of genuine pleasure warmed her beating heart. This respect in the gay, handsome young officer for the filial scruples of her he loved was indeed beautiful! But the mother knew his spirit too well to listen to this proposal for a moment. "And abandon his profession? No, my sweet child, that would never, never do." "But he says he is independent of his profession--that his private fortune, though not large, is enough for such simple, moderate people as he and I are. In short, that he shall be miserable without me, and all that charming stuff, mamma; and that he loves me better, for what he calls, dear fellow, my piety to you. And so, dear mother, he says if you and my father will but consent to take him in, he will do his very best in helping me to make you comfortable; and he is so sweet-tempered, so reasonable, so good, so amiable, I am quite sure he would keep his promise, mamma." And she looked anxiously into her mother's face waiting for an answer. The temptation was very, very strong.