"Oh, I could see: your manner was enough. As if I either helped it on--or could have prevented it! We used to have just a bit of talking and laughing together, he and I, but that was all." That's all! And the gold chain was still on Harriet's neck. Maria suppressed a sigh. "Whether I blamed you for it, Harriet Roe, or whether I blamed myself, is of no moment now. The past can never be recalled or redeemed in this world--its remembrance alone remains. I want to do you a little service, Harriet. Nothing may come of it, but it is my duty to speak." Amidst the shadows of the withy beds, under the silent stars, Maria spoke, dropping her voice to a whisper. In a sufficiently curious but accidental manner, she had heard something said the previous week about Louis Roe. A stranger, who had known him in France, spoke very much in his disfavour. He said that any girl, if she cared for her future happiness and credit would be mad to unite herself to him. Maria had asked no particulars; they might not have been given if she had; but the impression of Louis Roe left on her mind was not a good one. All this she quietly repeated to Harriet. It was received in anything but a friendly spirit. "Thank you for nothing, Maria Lease. Because you lost your own husband--that was to have been--you think you'll try what you can do to deprive me of mine. A slice of revenge, I suppose: but it won't succeed." "Harriet, you are mistaken," rejoined Maria; and Miss Harriet thought she had never in her life heard so mournfully sad a tone as the words were spoken in. "So much self-reproach fell upon me that bitter evening when he was found dead: reproach that can never be lifted from me while time shall last: that I do not think I can ever again do an ill turn in this life, or give an unkind word. The whole world does not seem to be as sinful in its wickedness as I was in my harsh unkindness; and there's no sort of expiation left to me. If I pass my whole existence laying my hands under other people's feet in humble hope to serve them, it cannot undo the bitterness of my passion when I exposed him before Johnny Ludlow. The exposure was more than he could bear; and he--he put an end to it. I suffer always, Harriet Roe; my days are one prolonged burning agony of repentance. Repentance that brings no relief." "My goodness!" cried Harriet, her breath almost scared away at hearing this, careless-natured though she was. "I'll tell you what, Maria: I should turn Roman Catholic in your place; and let a priest absolve me from the sin." A priest absolve her from the sin! The strange anguish on her compressed lips was visible as Maria Lease turned her face upwards in the starlight. ONE Most High and merciful Priest was ever there, who could, and would, wash out her sin. But--what of Daniel Ferrar, who had died in his?