"'Oh! I am not worthy,' she said, sinking beside me and burying her head in my lap.
"And then I felt, dears, that I was not worthy.
"But as I bent over her bowed head, I remembered He had come to seek and to save that which was lost—me, as well as her; blessed Jesus."
[CHAPTER XIX.]
ADA'S STORY.
DR. ARUNDEL used to go in each morning and evening to see Ada, but the visits were not very satisfactory to either of them.
She was afraid of adding to his grief by showing her own, and generally answered his questions as briefly as possible, keeping a composed face, which was truly much more painful to him than tears would have been.
On his part, he felt obliged to keep up the same self-control. Such grief as his could only be borne by putting it in the background, and living a life apart from it.
One evening, however, before Ada had yet ventured from her room, her father tapped at the door and entered.