despair。　　Her　sufferings　had　been　the　more　bitter　because　she　had　not
  parted　with　her　proud　reserve。　　She　had　refused　council；　and　denied
  her　confidence　to　those　who　could　have　guided　her　repentance。　　Her
  natural　good　sense；　and　the　sound　principle　in　which　she　had　been
  brought　up；　had　taught　her　to　distrust　her　gloomy　feelings　as
  possibly　morbid；　and　she　had　prayed；　keeping　her　hold　of　faith　in　the
  Infinite　Mercy；　though　she　could　not　feel　her　own　part　in　it；　and
  thus　that　faith　was　beginning　at　last　to　clear　her　path。
  It　was　the　harder　to　deal　with　her；　because　her　hysterical　agitation
  was　so　easily　excited；　that　her　father　hardly　dared　to　let　a　word　be
  spoken　to　her；　and　she　was　allowed　to　see　no　one　else　except　her　aunt
  and　the　dear　old　nurse；　whose　tears　for　her　child　Margaret　had　been
  checked　by　the　urgent　requirements　of　another　of　her　nurslings；　and
  whom　George　Rivers　would　have　paid　with　her　weight　in　gold；　for
  taking　care　of　his　new　daughter；　regarding　her　as　the　only　woman　in
  the　world　that　could　be　trusted。
  Those　were　heavy　days　with　every　one；　though　each　brought　some　shade
  of　improvement。　　They　were　harder　to　bear　than　the　peaceful　days　that
  had　immediately　followed　the　loss　of　Margaret；　and　Ethel　was
  especially　unhappy　and　forlorn　under　the　new　anxiety；　where　she　could
  be　of　no　service；　and　with　her　precious　occupation　gone；　her　father
  absent；　instead　of　resting　upon　her；　and　her　room　deserted。　　She　was
  grieved　with　herself；　because　her　feelings　were　unable　to　soar　at　the
  Christmas　Feast；　as　erst　on　St。　Andrew's　Day；　and　she　was　bewildered
  and　distressed　by　the　fear　that　she　had　then　been　only　uplifted　by
  vanity　and　elation。
  She　told　Richard　so；　and　he　said；　kindly；　that　he　thought　a　good　deal
  of　that　she　complained　of　arose　from　bodily　weariness。
  This　hurt　her　a　little；　but　when　he　said；　〃I　think　that　the　blessings
  of　St。　Andrew's　Day　helped　us　through　what　was　to　follow；〃　she　owned
  that　it　had　indeed　been　so；　and　added；　〃I　am　going　to　work　again！
  Tell　me　what　will　be　most　useful　to　you　at　Cocksmoor。〃
  Sick　at　heart　as　she　was；　she　bravely　set　herself　to　appropriate　the
  hours　now　left　vacant；　and　manfully　walked　with　Richard　and　Harry　to
  church　at　Cocksmoor　on　St。　Stephen's　Day；　but　the　church　brought　back
  the　sense　of　contrast。　　Next；　she　insisted　on　fulfilling　their
  intention　of　coming　home　by　Abbotstoke　to　hear　how　Flora　was；　when
  the　unfavourable　account　only　added　lead　to　the　burden　that　weighed
  her　down。　　Though　they　were　sent　home　in　the　carriage；　she　was　so
  completely　spent；　that　the　effect　of　returning　home　to　her　room；
  without　its　dear　inhabitant；　was　quite　overwhelming；　and　she　sat　on
  her　bed　for　half　an　hour；　struggling　with　repinings。　　She　came
  downstairs　without　having　gained　the　victory；　and　was　so　physically
  overcome　with　lassitude；　that　Richard　insisted　on　her　lying　on　the
  sofa；　and　leaving　everything　to　him　and　Mary。
  Richard　seemed　to　make　her　his　object　in　life；　and　was　an　unspeakable
  help　and　comforter　to　her；　not　only　by　taking　every　care　for　her　for
  her　sake；　but　by　turning　to　her　as　his　own　friend　and　confidante；　the
  best　able　to　replace　what　they　had　lost。　　There　were　many　plans　to　be
  put　in　operation　for　Cocksmoor；　on　which　much　consultation　was
  needed；　though　every　word　reminded　them　sadly　of　Margaret's　ever
  ready　interest　in　those　schemes。　　It　was　very　unlike　Ethel's　vision
  of　the　first　weeks　of　St。　Andrew's　Church；　but　it　might　be　safer　for
  her　than　that　aught　should　tempt　her　to　say；　〃See　what　my
  perseverance　has　wrought！〃　　Perhaps　her　Margaret　had　begun　to　admire
  her　too　much　to　be　her　safest　confidanteat　any　rate；　it　was　good
  still　to　sow　in　tears；　rather　than　on　earth　to　reap　in　confident　joy。
  Norman　was　as　brotherly　and　kind　as　possible；　but　it　was　one　of　the
  dreary　feelings　of　those　days；　that　Ethel　then　first　became　aware　of
  the　difference　that　his　engagement　had　made；　and　saw　that　he　resorted
  elsewhere　for　sympathy。　　She　was　not　jealous；　and　acquiesced
  submissively　and　resolutely；　but　they　had　been　so　much　to　each　other；
  that　it　was　a　trial；　especially　at　such　a　time　as　this；　when　freshly
  deprived　of　Margaret。
  Norman's　own　prospect　was　not　cheerful。　　He　had　received　a　letter
  from　New　Zealand；　begging　him　to　hasten　his　coming　out；　as　there　was
  educational　work　much　wanting　him；　and；　according　to　his　original
  wish；　he　could　be　ordained　there　in　the　autumnal　Ember　Week。
  He　was　in　much　perplexity；　since；　according　to　this　request；　he　ought
  to　sail　with　his　aunt　in　the　last　week　of　February；　and　he　knew　not
  how　to　reconcile　the　conflicting　claims。
  Meta　was　not　long　in　finding　out　the　whole　of　his　trouble；　as　they
  paced　up　and　down　the　terrace　together　on　a　frosty　afternoon。
  〃You　will　go！〃　was　her　first　exclamation。
  〃I　ought；〃　said　Norman；　〃I　believe　I　ought；　and　if　it　had　only　been
  at　any　other　time；　it　would　have　been　easy。　　My　aunt's　company　would
  have　been　such　a　comfort　for　you。〃
  〃It　cannot　be　helped；〃　said　Meta。
  〃Considering　the　circumstances；〃　began　Norman；　with　lingering　looks
  at　the　little　humming…bird　on　his　arm；　〃I　believe　I　should　be
  justified　in　waiting　till　such　time　as　you　could　go　with　me。　　I　could
  see　what　Mr。　Wilmot　thinks。〃
  〃You　don't　think　so　yourself；〃　said　Meta。　　〃Nobody　else　can　give　a
  judgment。　　In　a　thing　like　this；　asking　is；　what　you　once　called；
  seeking　opinions　as　Balaam　inquired。〃
  〃Turning　my　words　against　me？〃　said　Norman；　smiling。　　〃Still；　Meta；
  perhaps　older　heads　would　be　fitter　to　judge　what　would　be　right　for
  a　little　person　not　far　off。〃
  〃She　can　be　the　best　judge　of　that　herself；〃　said　Meta。　　〃Norman；〃
  and　her　dark　eyes　were　steadfastly　fixed；　〃I　always　resolved　that；
  with　God's　help；　I　would　not　be　a　stumbling…block　in　the　way　of　your
  call　to　your　work。　　I　will　not。　　Go　out　nowperhaps　you　will　be
  freer　for　it　without　me；　and　I　suppose　I　have　a　longer　apprenticeship
  to　serve　to　all　sorts　of　things　before　I　come　to　help　you。〃
  〃Oh；　Meta；　you　are　a　rebuke　to　me！〃
  〃What？　when　I　am　going　to　stay　by　my　own　fireside？〃　said　Meta；　trying
  to　laugh；　but　not　very　successfully。　　〃Seriously；　I　have　much　to　do
  here。　　When　poor　Flora　gets　well；　she　must　be　spared　all　exertion　for
  a　long　time　to　come；　and　I　flatter　myself　that　they　want　me　at
  Stoneborough　sometimes。　　If　your　father　can　bear　to　spare　you；　there
  is　no　doubt　that　you　ought　to　go。〃
  〃My　father　is　as　unselfish　as　you　are；　Meta。　　But　I　cannot　speak　to
  him　until　he　is　more　easy　about　Flora。　　We　always　think　the　required
  sacrifice　the　hardest；　but　I　must　own　that　I　could　not　grieve　if　he
  laid　his　commands　on　me　to　wait　till　the　autumn。〃
  〃Oh；　that　would　make　it　a　duty　and　all　easy；〃　said　Meta；　smiling；
  〃but　I　don't　think　he　will；　and　Aunt　Flora　will　be　only　too　glad　to
  carry　you　out　without　encumbrance。〃
  〃Has　not　Aunt　Flora　come　to　her　senses　about　you？〃
  〃I　believe　she　would　rather　I　belonged　to　any　of　her　nephews　but　you。
  She　is　such　a　dear；　sincere；　kind…hearted　person；　and　we　are　so
  comfortable　together；　that　it　will　be　quite　like　home　to　come　out　to
  her！　　I　mean　there；　to　convince　her　that　I　can　be　of　something　like
  use。〃
  Meta　talked　so　as　to　brighten　and　invigorate　Norman　when　they　were
  together；　but　they　both　grew　low…spirited　when　apart。　　The　humming…
  bird　had　hardly　ever　been　so　downcast　as　at　presentthat　is；
  whenever　she　was　not　engaged　in　waiting　on　her　brother；　or　in
  cheering　up　Dr。　May；　or　in　any　of　the　many　gentle　offices　that　she
  was　ever　fulfilling。　　She　was　greatly　disappointed；　and　full　of　fears
  for　Norman；　and　dread　of　the　separation；　but　she　would　not　give　way；
  and　only　now　and　then；　when　off　her　guard；　would　the　sadness　reign　on
  her　face　without　an　effort。　　Alone；　she　fought　and　prayed　for
  resignation　for　herself；　and　protection　and　strength　for　him；　and
  chid　herself　for　the　foolish　feeling　that　he　would　be　safer　with　her。
  She　told　Aunt　Flora　how　it　was　one　evening；　as　they　sat　over　the　fire
  together；　speaking　with　a　would…be　tone　of　congratulation。
  〃Indeed！〃　exclaimed　Mrs。　Arnott。　　〃But　that　is　a　great　pity！〃
  Meta　looked　quite　brightened　by　her　saying　so。　　〃I　thought　you　would
  be　glad；〃　she　rejoined。
  〃Did　you　think　me　so　hard…hearted？〃
  〃I　thought　you　believed　he　would　be　better　without　me。〃
  〃My　dear；　we　have　not　kept　house　and　nursed　together　for　a　month　for
  nothing；〃　said　Mrs。　Arnott；　smiling。
  〃Thank　you；〃　said　Meta；　trying　to　answer　the　smile。　　〃You　have　taken
  a　load　off　me！〃
  〃I　don't　like　it　at　all；〃　said　Mrs。　Arnott。　　〃It　is　a　very
  uncomfortable　plan　for　every　one。　　And　yet　when　I　know　how　great　is
  the　want　of　him　out　there；　I　can　say　nothing　against　it　without　high
  treason。　　Well；　my　dear；　I'll　take　all　the　care　I　can　of　Norman；　and
  when　you　come；　I　shall　be　almost　as　glad　as　if　we　were　coming　home
  for　good。　　Poor　Flora！　she　is　one　person　who　will　not　regret　the
  arrangement。〃
  〃Poor　Flora！you　think　her　really　better　this　evening？〃
  〃Much　better；　indeed；　if　we　could　only　raise　her　spirits；　I　think　she
  would　recover　very　well；　but　she　is　so　sadly　depressed。　　I　must　try
  to　talk　to　Ethelshe　may　better　understand　her。〃
  〃I　have　never　understood　Flora；〃　said　Meta。　　〃She　has　been　as　kind