But in all that crowd there was only one heart which felt an emotion of
grief, or had a single tear to drop on his coffin-lid. After a long
life of toil, and solitude, and unlovingness, only one. May felt this
while she wept, and wished she had been more patient and persevering in
her love while he lived; but such regrets were useless now, except to
kindle charity. She could do nothing which would be available to make
up the deficiencies of the past, but incessantly beseech Jesus Christ,
through which his bitter passion and death, and the Immaculate Mother,
by the union she bore, body and soul, in the unspeakable agonies of the
CROSS, to grant him a speedy release from suffering probation, to
eternal refreshment, and light, and peace.

It was late when the funeral _cortege_ returned to the city, and Mr.
Fielding, perceiving that May was much overcome, and looked ill,
declined going in, or attending to business that evening.

"I will be here at ten o'clock to-morrow morning. I know that my
deceased client's affairs are all in such order, that there will be no
delay in carrying out his wishes."

"Just as you think best, Mr. Fielding," replied May, wearily.

"What say you, Miss Stillinghast?" he said, addressing Helen.

"To-morrow will be quite time enough, sir," replied Helen, in a low
tone.

Time enough, indeed! Well might she feel a sense of relief at its
being deferred, when she knew that from the moment it was discovered