“Mamma, pardon me, I go; good-night,” said Alma, resignedly, as she withdrew from the splendid misery of her mother’s private apartments.
She retired to her own chamber, full of wonder that her parents should be unconsciously so unanimous in their anxiety for Eudora Leaton’s acquittal, and that she should be the confidant of this unsuspected unanimity.
CHAPTER XIX.
“TRUST IN HEAVEN.”
“Dearest hopes and joys may perish—
Lost in an hour;
All the love the heart can cherish
May lose its power!
But when the storms gather o’er thee
Do not despair,
Heaven can ever joy restore thee