"Go forth then with boldness to suffer, as your Lord has suffered before you; endeavour to embrace with calmness, and even with joyfulness, the pain or the sorrow which he brings you, and which is but doubled by the lingering will, the timid withdrawal." ³
¹ E. M. Sewell. ² T. T. Carter. ³ Skeflington.
This was all; but at the close was written in small letters: "Ethel: November: Sunday evening."
"Why, Nigel, how do you do? I wasn't told that you were here."
Nigel woke up from abstraction and shook hands.
"This is yours," he said. "I found it, and—read the sentences. Do you mind?"
Ethel coloured faintly. "Oh, I could not think where it was gone. I was reading 'Voices of Comfort' to mother, and I had a fancy afterwards to copy out those few pieces. How stupid of me to leave it about!"
She held out her hand, and Nigel said, "I suppose I mustn't ask to keep the paper."
"Why—you don't want it?"
"Yes."