"wandering and distempered child" until he could no more be a "jarring
and discordant thing" in her sweet and sacred presence.

When I looked up a change had come over the scene: the round, full moon
had risen, silvering the mist, and filling the wide, dim earth with a
new mysterious glory. I rose from my seat and returned to the house, and
with that new insight and comprehension which had come to me--that
_message_, as I could not but regard it--I now felt nothing but
love and sympathy for the suffering woman who had wounded me with her
unmerited displeasure, and my only desire was to show my devotion to
her.






Chapter 13

As I approached the building, soft strains floating far out into the
night-air became audible, and I knew that the sweet spirit of music, to
which they were all so devoted, was present with them. After listening
for awhile in the shadow of the portico I went in, and, anxious to avoid
disturbing the singers, stole away into a dusky corner, where I sat down
by myself. Yoletta had, however, seen me enter, for presently she came
to me.

"Why did you not come in to supper, Smith?" she said. "And why do you
look so sad?"