I can set the words out, but the solicitation, such as a lover, nay, a husband might have shown, are impossible to convey with any nicety; and at his coming, Nancy, who had had one experience of the clash of tempers between these two men, temporized the affair by saying: "My father and his grace are surely right. I have not been well of late, and find it indeed time for me to say 'Good night.'" * * * * * Toward morning I was awakened by the noise of a loosened blind, and slipping into a dressing-gown went through the passage to fasten the latch. Passing Nancy's room I heard a moan, and, startled out of myself, listened to hear another, and still another, as though a heart were breaking. There was a light in the room, and through a small window in the door, the curtain of which was drawn a bit aside, I saw the little one whom I would gladly die to save from any pain, lying face down upon the floor, her arms stretched out, the hands clutched tightly together, and her whole body shaking as in mortal illness. "Nancy, Nancy, let me in! Open the door to me," I cried. She started to a sitting position, tried to arrange her disordered hair and gown, and I saw her cast a look in the mirror as she came toward the door, to see how far she could make me believe that nothing unusual was the matter with her. "What is it?" I asked, my heart bursting with love and sympathy as I drew her to my breast. She turned her eyes toward me, eyes which held the despair in them which only women know. "Oh," she cried, clutching me to keep from falling, "didn't you see?" "I saw nothing," I answered. "I can't speak it," she says; "but another of life's lessons has come to me to-night. Do you remember the time I told you that I had learned something with my head? I learned it with my heart to-night, and it's like to kill me. Oh, what have I done?" she cried, "what have I ever done to deserve such punishment as this?" "Tell me, Nancy," I said. "There is nothing in God's world that can't be helped by sympathy." "I can't tell you. I can't put words to it. See!" she said, standing a bit apart from me. "Look at me! Do you know a girl more to be envied? Handsomer? Richer? More gifted? Think, too, of the advantages that I've had with Father Michel and Hugh Pitcairn to teach me! Think of the stir my songs have made! And at the end what am I? "Ah!" she went on, "take any woman, _any_ woman, educate her in the highest knowledges known, keep her with men, and far from her own sex, and at the end of it, what is she? A creature who wants the man she loves and babies of her own," and at these last words she broke into another storm of weeping which drove me wild with dread. "Nancy," I cried, "think of your recent illness. For my sake try to control yourself more. There is the poor head to be thought of always."