"Joan Laval was Joan Laval," said Adolphus, with an effort. "Always was. Frightened at her own shadow, I suppose. But--there! we won't think of it. I know how it looks to you, Pauline. Very well,--I don't see why we should make ourselves miserable for the sake of somebody who has got to be miserable anyhow,--and deserves it, I suppose, or he wouldn't be where he is." "Poor fellow!" sighed Pauline,--as if it were now her turn on the rack. Here Adolphus let the matter rest. He had overcome his own scruples so far as honestly to make this proposal to his wife. But he would do no more than propose,--not for an instant urge the point. Surely, that could not be required of him. Charity, he remembered, begins at home. But Pauline could not let the matter rest here. Her struggle was yet to come. It was she, then, who alone was unwilling to sacrifice her present home for the sake of a stranger and prisoner! Now Pauline Montier was a good Christian woman, and various words of holy utterance began herewith to trouble her. And from a by no means tranquil musing over them, she began to ask herself, What, after all, was home? Was happiness indeed dependent on locality when the heart of love was hers? Could she not give up so little as a house, in order to secure the comfort of a son of misfortune,--a solitary man,--a dying prisoner? What she would not give up freely might any day be taken from her. If fire did not destroy it, the government, which took delight in interference, might see fit to order that the house they occupied should be used again for the original purpose of storage. And then the discomforts of the prison began to appear very questionable. She remembered that Joan Laval was, as Adolphus hinted, weakly, nervous, 'frightened at her own shadow,'--a woman who had never, for any single day of her life, lived with a lofty purpose,--a cumberer of the ground, who could only cast a shadow. She perceived that they would be close to the flower-garden; a minute's walk would lead them to the pleasant woods,--and Pauline Montier always loved the woods. Indeed, when she began to take this ground, the first steps of occupation alone could be timid or doubtful. After that, her humanity, her sympathy, her confidence in her husband and daughter, drew the woman on, till she forgot how difficult the first steps had been. She surprised both husband and daughter by saying to Adolphus, the moment she came to her conclusion, that he had better make inquiry of Laval whether he had signified his intention to resign, and forthwith seek the appointment from the Governor of the island.