Once in her own room, Eve did not follow the advice which she had given to Cicely; finding that she could not sleep, she dressed herself afresh, and sought the open air again. It was still early, no one was stirring save the servants. Meeting Porley, she asked the girl to bring her some tea and a piece of corn-bread; after this frugal breakfast, taken in the shade of the great live-oaks, she wandered down one of the eastern roads. Her bath had brought no color to her cheeks; her eyes had the contracted look which comes after a night of wakefulness; though the acute pain had ceased, her weary arms still hung lifelessly by her side, her step was languid; only her golden hair looked bright and young as the sun's rays shone across it. She walked on at random; after a while, upon looking down one of the tracks, bordered by the glittering green bushes, she recognized Miss Sabrina's figure, and, turning, followed it. Miss Sabrina had come out to pay an early visit to her temple of memories. She heard Eve's step, and looked up. "Oh, is it you, my dear? It's St. Michael and All-Angels; I have only brought a few flowers, I hope you don't mind?" Her voice was apologetic. "Do you mean for my brother? I wish you had brought more, then; I wish you would always remember him," said Eve, going over and sitting down beside the mound. "He has the worst time of any of us, after all!" "Oh, my dear, how _can_ we know?" murmured Miss Sabrina, shocked. "I don't mean that he is in hell," said Eve. Miss Sabrina had no idea what she meant; she returned to the subject of her temple. "Cicely thinks I come here too often,--she spoke of charnel-houses. Perhaps I do come often; but it has been a comfort to me." "Miss Sabrina, do you believe in another world?" "My dear child, most certainly." "And have we the same feelings, the same affections, there as here?" "The good ones, I suppose." "Is love one of these?" "The best, isn't it?" "Well, then, my brother took his love for Cicely; if she should die to-day, how much would she care for him, when she met him?" "I think that something else would be provided for your brother, probably," said Miss Sabrina, timidly. "Another wife? Why not arrange that for Ferdie Morrison, and give Cicely to Jack?" "She loved Ferdie the best. Aren't you inclined to think that it must be when they _both_ love?" suggested the maiden lady. "And when they both love, should anything be permitted to come between them?" "Oh, nothing! nothing!" said Miss Sabrina, with fervor. "That is, of course, when there is no barrier; when it would be no crime." "What is crime?" demanded Eve, looking at her sombrely. "I don't think I know." "Surely the catechism tells us, doesn't it?" "What does it tell?" Miss Sabrina murmured reverently: "Idolatry, isn't it?--and blasphemy; desecration of the Lord's Day and irreverence to parents; murder, adultery, theft; falsehood and covetousness." "And which is the worst? Murder?" "I suppose so."