Alice, held by the soft rich flame of the glass, halted a moment, and saw in a niche removed from casual sight the bronze figure of a knight standing above a pavement tomb. "Is this a memorial?"
"Poor Bertha," continued Dolly; "ordered most of these windows herself."
"But this bronze, Mrs. De Castro, what is it?"
"A memorial of a son of Bertha's, dear."
The shield of the belted figure bore the Morgan arms. An inscription set in the tomb at his feet took Alice's attention, and Dolly without joining her waited upon her interest.
"And in whose memory do you say this is?" persisted Alice.
"In memory of one of Bertha's sons, dear."
"Is he buried here?"
"No, he lies in Kimberly Acre, the family burial-ground on The Towers estate--where we shall all with our troubles one day lie. This poor boy committed suicide."
"How dreadful!"