The next night at midnight there was a solemn stir, a painful and heart-breaking commotion, at Barn Elms. Throckmorton had come. He had indeed missed the boat, and had driven seventy miles rather than wait a day. Mrs. Temple, as when Beverley died, had shut herself up in the "charmber" with General Temple. Most people thought it was to comfort General Temple, but in those two dreadful tragedies of her life it was General Temple who comforted Mrs. Temple. Both parents felt something like remorse in their grief. They had been good parents after their lights, but the wayward, capricious Jacqueline, although their child, was outside of their experience. Her nature had eluded both of them. "Ole marse," said Delilah, in a solemn whisper to Judith, sitting in Jacqueline's peaceful room, "he set by mistis. He hole her han' an' he read de Bible ter her, an' he tell her she ain' got no reproachments fur ter make. Mistis, she jes' lay in the bed, ez white ez de wall, an' her eyes wide open, a-hole'in' ole marse like she wuz drowndin'. It seem like ole marse ain' got no sort o' idee, 'cep 'tis ter comfort mistis. She do grieve so arter her chillen. She ain' got none now." To Judith, whose grief was poignant and complex, was left the task of watching by Jacqueline. With tender superstition, she got out the wedding-gown--it could be put to no other use--and she and Delilah put it on Jacqueline, deftly hiding the blood-spots. "My pretty little missy," said Delilah, smoothing down the frock with her hard black hand. "Arter all, you gwi' w'yar dis pretty little frock Miss Judy done wuk for you to git married in." And to Judith also fell the task of showing Freke into the white and darkened room. As they looked into each other's eyes, and realized that, after all, they were the chiefest mourners, Judith's old enmity melted away. "You and I have struggled for this child's soul," he said. "Had you but let me see her--had she but gone with me--she would be alive this day." "And wretched!" Judith could not help saying. "No--most happy. I understood her better than anybody else. It was that which gave me my power over her. She wanted nothing in this world except to be loved." He went in and stayed so long that Judith opened the door softly two or three times. Sometimes, by the dim light, he was kneeling by the bed, holding the cold little hand in his. Again, he sat on a chair, stroking the bright hair that rippled over the forehead. Judith had not the heart to speak to him until midnight, when the sound of Throckmorton's step in the hall told her he had come. She went in and said to Freke hurriedly, but not unkindly, "You must go--Throckmorton is here." "Then I will go," he said. But with a queer sort of triumph in his voice he added: "She never was Throckmorton's, living or dead. She was mine as far as her heart and her soul and her will went." And so saying, he went down the stairs and out and away, without meeting Throckmorton.