"I have no further work," said Christian Lillie, in her old composure of melancholy, "no further watching--no one now to care and labor for. You do not know my life; when I was a girl, in the days when others are gay and light of heart, beloved, and served, and cared for, I was fighting with a household shame and sin--a miserable, sensual, earthly sin, in the one man to whom I should have looked up for support and guidance: striving to hide it--to keep it from the knowledge of the bairns--the two that were depending more upon me, their sister, than upon him their father; striving, too, with weary cares of poverty, to keep them from want--real want and not mere meagreness. From that a death relieved me--and then, with only eighteen years over my head, I was left the mother of these two; to protect, and defend, and bring them up, the only near kindred they had in the world. Since then my hands have been full--there has been no lack of vigils or labors in this past life of mine. Now it is over; I have carried Patrick safely to his grave, and seen him laid down there in sorrow and in hope; and now Marion will come again to a bright household in joy and honor. Do you marvel that I think my work over?--the need of me in this world past." "I do not marvel," said Anne, "but I wish that it should be otherwise, Christian. I would not have your sky overcast with this dull calm; I would have it free to receive God's sunshine; the light he sends upon it, in the evening time." "God forbid," said Christian Lillie rising, and pressing her hands painfully to her breast, "God forbid that I should hide my head, from His mercy of joy; God forbid that I should shut my eyes to His sunshine, or sin His mercies; only I am blinded with this cold calm, and my heart is dead within me. When I am in my own house, bring the child to me--Marion's bairn, that he called by our unhappy name; and come yourself, my sister Anne, that I may begin to live again. Till then, in my own fashion let me rest." And so they arranged. At the term of Martinmas, or sooner, if John Tamson's house, the newly-acquired property of George Brock, should be sooner completed--whenever Christian had regained possession of the old home cottage, Anne was to visit her with Lilie. At present, all was done for her that affectionate care could do, and on the next day Anne left Aberford. When in the evening she entered Mrs. Catherine's Edinburgh drawing-room, in its stately pride of olden furniture, gracefully not stiffly antique, she found James Aytoun and his mother waiting to meet her. Mrs. Aytoun gave her a tremulous welcome, which was half an embrace, and would have been wholly one, had Mrs. Aytoun been at all a demonstrative person. James shook hands with her with respectful kindness and friendship. The good opinion of such a mother and son was worth having. Anne felt enlivened and exhilarated.