in her just once a touch of softening."

"It is an awful retribution," said the draper, "and I may yet have
to bear my share--God help me!"

"I suspect it is the weight of her own crime that makes her so
fierce to avenge her daughter. I doubt if anything makes one so
unforgiving as guilt unrepented of."

"Well, I must try to find out where she is, and keep an eye upon
her."

"That will be easy enough. But why?"

"Because, if, as you think, there is more evil in store for her, I
may yet have it in my power to do her some service.--I wonder if Mr.
Polwarth would call that DIVINE SERVICE," he added, with one of his
sunny smiles.

"Indeed he would," answered the curate.






CHAPTER XXII.

THE BEDSIDE.