"Cold porridge hot again,
That loved I never—
"What is the rest? It's so annoying, a little thing like that. Can't you tell me?"
The girl stood behind her mother's chair, and repeated, softly:
"Old love renewed again,
That loved I ever."
CHAPTER X.
THE PASSENGER LIST.
All days and all nights pass, therefore this night passed. The first light of morning came palely in at the windows upon the two women who were still by the hearth. But Leander, when half awake, had been kind enough to yield to his mother's entreaties at about two in the morning, and had allowed her to lead him to his room.
After that hour Mrs. Ffolliott had not slept. She grew more and more alarmed. She fidgeted about from door to window, to the piazza, to the grounds. But Carolyn did not accompany her; she sat by the fire, sometimes shivering as she crouched forward. Every few moments she repeated to herself the lines her mother had brought to her memory: