Then they went in, closing the street door after them; and Bernard, striking a light, lit up every gas-burner he could find about the place; so that the darkness was gone, and it was light, very light. *CHAPTER XXVII.* *RESTITUTION.* Does any one know what’s in your heart and mine, The sorrow and song, The demon of sin and the angel divine, The right and the wrong: The dread of the darkness, the love of the day, The ebb and the flow Of hope and of doubt for ever and aye, Does any one know? NIXON WATERMAN. He wins at last who puts his trust In loving words and actions just. * * * * * On every action blazon bright, "For toil, and truth, and love, we fight." T. S. COLLIER. An hour later, after they had partaken of a substantial tea-supper, the principal constituents of which Bernard fetched from the village shops, with boyish glee, renewing his acquaintance with the shop-keepers quite merrily, Mrs. Cameron and her son and daughter-in-law sat round the fire Doris had lighted, talking about the future. Bernard had placed the school at Richmond (of which he had now completed the purchase) in good hands, and he and Doris were going to live in rooms at Oxford until he had obtained his degree, when they would at once proceed to their new home in Richmond. "We want you to come and live with us, mother," said Bernard; "or if you would prefer not to live with us, at least to occupy rooms near us, so that we may often look in upon you, to prevent your feeling lonely." "Do you wish that, too, Doris?" asked her mother-in-law, quite timidly. "Yes, indeed I do," said Doris, heartily. In her great happiness it was impossible for her to cherish any resentment against Bernard’s mother. Mrs. Cameron looked red and confused. Their love made a difference, yes, a very great difference in her feelings. But she shook her head, saying, "You will be better without me. Far better. I will remain here. You can come and see me sometimes, and you must remain here a few days now. I’m afraid we are rather desolate here in the house, but I’ll have a charwoman in to-morrow, and we’ll try to make the place comfortable." "The house ails nothing," said Bernard, "for it is home." "Yes," remarked Doris, brightly, "and you know, ’East or West, home is best.’" Mrs. Cameron thought remorsefully that she had made only a poor home for Bernard in the last year or two, since he lost his money. But he appeared to forget all about that, as he merrily assisted her and Doris to arrange a room for their accommodation that night--in point of fact he had engaged a bedroom at the comfortable hydro at Askern, but he did not venture to mention that to his mother under their altered and happier relations.