Or shameful tears.
"Oh, folly did I sin with you,
And cause him pain,
If hands are clean, and hearts are true,
His is the gain.
"Through future days of toil and fret,
Come dull or fair,
Dear God, ah, let him ne'er forget
His mother's care!"
It was very dull down at Castle Grim, for even the bright sunshine of summer could not lift the shadow which seemed to lower over the place. Eustace amused himself as well as he could, strolling on the lonely beach, reading his books, playing his piano, and occasionally visiting at Errington Hall, which he did about three times a week.