“Hear ye Him. Whatever He saith unto you, do it.”—Mary.
Chaplain Woelfkin heard of Miriamne’s reply from her mother. He was both glad and sorry thereat; sorry the heart he tenderly esteemed should have been so wounded, and glad that the wounding afforded him opportunity to show how gently and wisely he could comfort.
“Your trial came at a fortunate time, sister.”
“I can not see how such a rebuke can ever be timely, being unjust and cruel.”
“True enough; but if fate must assail, it is well to have its hardships fall on us when we are supported by dawning hopes. There are hopes near for Miriamne.”
“Let not my brother’s warm heart give me false comfort. I’ve no sight of hope.”
“Say not so; there is a surprise in store for you.”
“Now, pray, explain.”