which rhyme is not true. But there lies a foundation of truth under it,
that no woman ever perfectly loves a man who is not strong enough to
make her also obey.

As Dr. Grey went out of the room, and the minute following, as with an
after-thought, put in his head again, saying, "Christian, I want you!" she
followed him with a lighter heart than she had had for many weary
days.




Chapter 4.

_"The little griefs--the petty wounds--
The stabs of daily care--
'Crackling of thorns beneath the pot,'
As life's fire burns--now cold, now hot--
How hard they are to bear!_

_"But on the fire burns, clear and still;
The cankering sorrow dies;
The small wounds heal; the clouds are rent,
And through this shattered mortal tent
Shine down the eternal skies."_

"Dr. Grey, as to-day is your 'at home'--at least, as much of an 'at home'
as is possible under the circumstances--I wished to inquire, once for all,
what is to be done about the Fergusons?"