"Well, I cannot understand it," concluded Mrs. Cleeve. "I only hope you will continue as you are now. Sir Karl looks well, also; almost as he did when we first knew him at Winchester, before his brother brought that trouble on himself and all connected with him. To tell you the truth, Lucy, I thought when I was last here that you were both on the high road to consumption. Now you both look as though you were on the road to--to----" "A fine old age," put in Lucy, as her mother broke down for want of a simile. "Well, mamma, I hope we are--if God shall so will it." "And--why you have made this into a dressing-room again!" cried Mrs. Cleeve, as Lucy took down her hair, and rang for Aglaé. "Yes; I wanted it as one when I went back to my own room." "What do you do with the other room--the one you slept in?" questioned Mrs. Cleeve, throwing open the door as she spoke--for she had a great love of seeing into house arrangements. "You have had the bed taken away!" "The room is not being used at present," replied Lucy. "Karl--Karl----" "Karl--what?" asked Mrs. Cleeve, wondering at the sudden timidity, and looking round. Lucy's sweet face was blushing. "Karl thinks I shall like to make it the day nursery." "Oh, my dear! I am glad to hear _that_." Lucy burst into tears of emotion. A very slight occurrence served still to bring back the past and its repentance. "Mamma, you do not know, you can never know, how good God has been to me in all ways; and how little I deserved it." And so we leave all things at peace. The dark storms had rolled away and given place to sunshine. THE END. End of Project Gutenberg's Within the Maze, Vol. 2 (of 2), by Mrs. Henry Wood