But there was another reason for Elizabeth's self-control and unselfishness. She was anxious on Mr. Carlyon's account. Dinah was right when she told Malcolm that he was much aged and broken. "I have lost my Benjamin, the son of my right hand," he had said to her--"God's hand is heavy upon me;" and though he strove to bear his sorrow with resignation, his feebleness alarmed them all. Theo, as usual, was undisciplined in her grief. "He will die too," she lamented. "Elizabeth, David has gone, and now poor father will follow him. I have never seen him look so ill. David and he were everything to each other." "Hush, Theo," returned Elizabeth quietly, "we must give him time. It has been a great shock. We must not let him know that we are anxious." And, forgetful of her own trouble, Elizabeth ministered to him with filial devotion. No one else could induce him to take food. She would bring the cup of soup, or the glass of wine, and sit beside him as he took it; or lure him gently to talk to her of David--of his childhood or boyhood. "No one does him so much good as Miss Templeton," Dr. Hewlitt observed one day to Dinah. "I confess I was a bit anxious about him for two days--he has a weak heart, and I did not quite like his look; but your sister has brought him round." Elizabeth smiled happily when Dinah told her this. "I am glad Dr. Hewlitt said that, Die. I do love to take care of him; it is the only thing I can do for David now." "Father," she said to him one day--for when they were alone she always called him by that name--"I think you have still some work to do before your rest time comes. You are getting better, are you not?" Then he looked at her with sad wistfulness. "I think I am not worthy to go yet," he returned humbly. "I must do my Master's work as long as He gives me strength to do it. Oh, Elizabeth, they are all there--all but Theo and I--David's mother, and Alice, and Magdalene, and our little Felicia, and now David has joined them in that heavenly mansion." "But you will go too, dear, when the Master says, 'Go up higher,'" whispered Elizabeth. Then the slow tears of age gathered in Mr. Carlyon's eyes. "Yes--yes, I know it; but the flesh is weak, Elizabeth. Pray for me that I may have patience;" and then he rested his gray head against her as she knelt beside him, as though the burden of that sorrow were too heavy for him to bear.