"I won't have you sit up to-night, Miss Hester," said Alice, who had returned to sit beside me, and gaze at him, but who did not disturb my thoughts; "you must lie down, darling; he'll have a good night, I'm sure, and I'll sleep in the big chair, it's very comfortable; now, dear, lie down, you're wearied out." "No, indeed, I am not even tired," I said; "I want nothing but to sit and look at him, Alice. Oh, is it not a delight to see him now?" "Ay, dear," said Alice slowly and sadly; "ay, Miss Hester, especially for them that have seen the like of him pass to heaven out of their own arms." I knew now what the griefs of Alice's life must have been. I, who had often thought lightly of them in comparison with the griefs which I had brought upon myself, I knew better now. I took her hand into my own, and pressed it close, and kissed that dear, kind, careful hand. "Don't, darling, don't," cried Alice, in a voice choked with tears; "Oh, Miss Hester, have you given thanks to God?" "I am very thankful, very thankful, Alice," said I kindly, and there was another pause. "Alice, when do you think he would be able to travel?" I asked at last; "perhaps a change might do him good, do you think so? how soon do you think we could go?" "Are we to go to another strange place, Miss Hester?" said Alice, with a little dismay: "Dear, I think you should rather stay here; we're known here now, and nobody takes particular note of us; but to see a young lady like you with a baby, and all by yourself, makes people talk, and I wouldn't go to a strange place, darling; it's very pleasant here." "I did not think of going to a strange place, Alice," said I. "Then you thought of Cambridge, Miss Hester," continued Alice, rapidly; "for my part, I've no heart to go back to Cambridge, I'd rather go anywhere than there; they'd say it was to vex Mr. Southcote you went; they say a deal of malicious things, and everybody knows us there, and it's a dreary house for you to go back to, dear; you'd be sure to feel it so, even with baby. My darling, don't go there; I've come to like this little place, we have it all to ourselves, and now it's like home." "Then do you think there is no other home I have a right to, Alice?" I asked. I felt very much cast down and humbled because she never seemed to think of that. Perhaps, indeed, I _had_ no right to go back to the home I had left. "If you mean that, if you can think of that, Miss Hester," cried Alice, in a tremulous voice. "Should I not think of it? will he not permit me to live there again?" said I, not without some pride, though with more sadness. "I suppose you know my husband's purposes better than I do; Alice, it is a sad state of matters; but I have been very wrong, and even though he should refuse to admit me, I must go; I have been very unjust to him; my baby belongs as much to him as to me. I have deprived my husband of his rights, and now I must restore them to him."