Seeing that his freedom had offended her, he was too wise to make any further remark, but bowing slightly walked slowly away.
At the end of the terrace he looked back, and saw she was bending over the sleeping child, crooning some cradle-song to soothe his slumbers.
"The castle is well defended," he said bitterly, as he resumed his walk. "I will never succeed in entering that heart, for the child stands ever as sentinel."
He mounted his horse and rode slowly down the avenue into the green arcade of trees, through the boughs of which came golden shafts of sunlight.
"A saint! a saint!" he cried, touching his horse with the spur. "And yet the saint drove her husband to evil."
[CHAPTER XXXV.]
FOR MY CHILD'S SAKE.
"I'll look my dear boy in the face
In after years,
Without the shadow of disgrace