was　it　interpenetrated　by；　and　respondent　to；　the　uprising　soul
  within；　that　it　radiated　thought　and　feeling　as　if　it　had　been　all
  spirit。　　This　beauty　rose　to　its　best　in　her　eyes。　　When　she　was
  ministering　to　any　one　in　need；　her　eyes　seemed　to　worship　the
  object　of　her　faithfulness；　as　if　all　the　time　she　felt　that　she　was
  doing　it　unto　Him。　Her　deeds　were　devotion。　　She　was　the　receiver
  and　not　the　giver。　　Before　this；　Euphra　had　seen　only　the　still
  waiting　face；　and；　as　I　have　said；　she　had　been　repelled　by　it。
  Once　within　the　sphere　of　the　radiation　of　her　attraction；　she　was
  drawn　towards　her；　as　towards　the　haven　of　her　peace：　she　loved　her。
  To　this；　it　length；　had　her　struggle　with　herself　in　the　silence　of
  her　own　room；　and　her　meditations　on　her　couch；　conducted　her。
  Shall　we　say　that　these　alone　had　been　and　were　leading　her？　　Or
  that　to　all　these　there　was　a　hidden　root；　and　an　informing　spirit？
  Who　would　not　rather　believe　that　his　thoughts　come　from　an
  infinite；　self…sphered；　self…constituting　thought；　than　that　they
  rise　somehow　out　of　a　blank　abyss　of　darkness；　and　are　only　thought
  when　he　thinks　them；　which　thinking　he　cannot　pre…determine　or　even
  foresee？
  When　Euphra　woke；　her　first　breath　was　like　a　deep　draught　of
  spiritual　water。　　She　felt　as　if　some　sorrow　had　passed　from　her；
  and　some　gladness　come　in　its　stead。　　She　thought　and　thought；　and
  found　that　the　gladness　was　Margaret。　　She　had　scarcely　made　the
  discovery；　when　the　door　gently　opened；　and　Margaret　peeped　in　to
  see　if　she　were　awake。
  〃May　I　come　in？〃　she　said。
  〃Yes；　please；　Margaret。〃
  〃How　do　you　feel　to…day？〃
  〃Oh；　so　much　better；　dear　Margaret！　　Your　kindness　will　make　me
  well。〃
  〃I　am　so　glad！　　Do　lie　still　awhile；　and　I　will　bring　you　some
  breakfast。　　Mrs。　Elton　will　be　so　pleased　to　find　you　let　me　wait　on
  you！〃
  〃She　asked　me；　Margaret；　if　you　should；　but　I　was　too　miserableand
  too　naughty；　for　I　did　not　like　you。〃
  〃I　knew　that；　but　I　felt　sure　you　would　not　dislike　me　always。〃
  〃Why？〃
  〃Because　I　could　not　help　loving　you。〃
  〃Why　did　you　love　me？〃
  〃I　will　tell　you　half　the　reason。Because　you　looked　unhappy。〃
  〃What　was　the　other　half？〃
  〃That　I　cannotI　mean　I　will　not　tell　you。〃
  〃Never？〃
  〃Perhaps　never。　　But　I　don't　know。Not　now。〃
  〃Then　I　must　not　ask　you？〃
  〃Noplease。〃
  〃Very　well；　I　won't。〃
  〃Thank　you。　　I　will　go　and　get　your　breakfast。〃
  〃What　can　she　mean？〃　said　Euphra　to　herself。
  But　she　would　never　have　found　out。
  CHAPTER　XIV。
  DAVID　ELGINBROD。
  He　being　dead　yet　speaketh。
  HEB。；　xi。　4。
  In　all　'he'　did
  Some　figure　of　the　golden　times　was　hid。
  DR。　DONNE。
  》From　this　time；　Margaret　waited　upon　Euphra；　as　if　she　had　been　her
  own　maid。　　Nor　had　Mrs。　Elton　any　cause　of　complaint；　for　Margaret
  was　always　at　hand　when　she　was　wanted。　　Indeed；　her　mistress　was
  full　of　her　praises。　　Euphra　said　little。
  Many　and　long　were　the　conversations　between　the　two　girls；　when　all
  but　themselves　were　asleep。　　Sometimes　Harry　made　one　of　the
  company；　but　they　could　always　send　him　away　when　they　wished　to　be
  alone。　　And　now　the　teaching　for　which　Euphra　had　longed；　sprang　in
  a　fountain　at　her　own　door。　　It　had　been　nigh　her　long；　and　she　had
  not　known　it；　for　its　hour　had　not　come。　　Now　she　drank　as　only　the
  thirsty　drink；as　they　drink　whose　very　souls　are　fainting　within
  them　for　drought。
  But　how　did　Margaret　embody　her　lessons？
  The　second　night；　she　came　to　Euphra's　room；　and　said：
  〃Shall　I　tell　you　about　my　father　to…night？　　Are；　you　able？〃
  Euphra　was　delighted。　　It　was　what　she　had　been　hoping　for　all　day。
  〃Do　tell　me。　　I　long　to　hear　about　him。〃
  So　they　sat　down；　and　Margaret　began　to　talk　about　her　childhood；
  the　cottage　she　lived　in；　the　fir…wood　all　around　it；　the　work　she
  used　to　do；her　side；　in　short；　of　the　story　which；　in　the
  commencement　of　this　book；　I　have　partly　related　from　Hugh's　side。
  Summer　and　winter；　spring…time　and　harvest；　storm　and　sunshine；　all
  came　into　the　tale。　　Her　mother　came　into　it　often；　and　often　too；
  though　not　so　often；　the　grand　form　of　her　father　appeared；　remained
  for　a　little　while；　and　then　passed　away。　　Every　time　Euphra　saw　him
  thus　in　the　mirror　of　Margaret's　memory；　she　saw　him　more　clearly
  than　before：　she　felt　as　if；　soon；　she　should　know　him　quite　well。
  Sometimes　she　asked　a　question　or　two；　but　generally　she　allowed
  Margaret's　words　to　flow　unchecked；　for　she　painted　her　pictures
  better　when　the　colours　did　not　dry　between。　　They　talked　on；　or
  rather；　Margaret　talked　and　Euphra　listened；　far　into　the　night。　　At
  length；　Margaret　stopped　suddenly；　for　she　became　aware　that　a　long
  time　had　passed。　　Looking　at　the　clock　on　the　chimney…piece；　she
  said：
  〃I　have　done　wrong　to　keep　you　up　so　late。　　ComeI　must　get　you　to
  bed。　　You　are　an　invalid；　you　know；　and　I　am　your　nurse　as　well　as
  your　maid。〃
  〃You　will　come　to…morrow　night；　then？〃
  〃Yes；　I　will。〃
  〃Then　I　will　go　to　bed　like　a　good　child。〃
  Margaret　undressed　her；　and　left　her　to　the　healing　of　sleep。
  The　next　night　she　spoke　again　of　her　father；　and　what　he　taught
  her。　　Euphra　had　thought　much　about　him；　and　at　every　fresh　touch
  which　the　story　gave　to　the　portrait；　she　knew　him　better；　till　at
  last；　even　when　circumstances　not　mentioned　before　came　up；　she
  seemed　to　have　known　them　from　the　beginning。
  〃What　was　your　father　like；　Margaret？〃
  Margaret　described　him　very　nearly　as　I　have　done；　from　Hugh's
  account；　in　the　former　part　of　the　story。　　Euphra　said：
  〃Ah！　yes。　　That　is　almost　exactly　as　I　had　fancied　him。　　Is　it　not
  strange？〃
  〃It　is　very　natural；　I　think；〃　answered　Margaret。
  〃I　seem　now　to　have　known　him　for　years。〃
  But　what　is　most　worthy　of　record　is；　that　ever　as　the　picture　of
  David　grew　on　the　vision　of　Euphra；　the　idea　of　God　was　growing
  unawares　upon　her　inward　sight。　　She　was　learning　more　and　more
  about　God　all　the　time。　　The　sight　of　human　excellence　awoke　a　faint
  Ideal　of　the　divine　perfection。　　Faith　came　of　itself；　and　abode；
  and　grew；　for　it　needs　but　a　vision　of　the　Divine；　and　faith　in　God
  is　straightway　born　in　the　soul　that　beholds　it。　　Thus；　faith　and
  sight　are　one。　　The　being　of　her　father　in　heaven　was　no　more
  strange　and　far　off　from　her；　when　she　had　seen　such　a　father　on
  earth　as　Margaret's　was。　　It　was　not　alone　David's　faith　that　begot
  hers；　but　the　man　himself　was　a　faith…begetting　presence。　　He　was
  the　evidence　of　God　with　them。Thus　he；　being　dead；　yet　spoke；　and
  the　departed　man　was　a　present　power。
  Euphra　began　to　read　the　story　of　the　Gospel。　　So　did　Harry。　　They
  found　much　on　which　to　desire　enlightenment；　and　they　always　applied
  to　Margaret　for　the　light　they　needed。　　It　was　long　before　she
  ventured　to　say　I　think。　　She　always　said：
  〃My　father　used　to　say〃　or
  〃I　think　my　father　would　have　said〃
  It　was　not　until　Euphra　was　in　great　trouble　some　time　after　this；
  and　required　the　immediate　consolation　of　personal　testimony；　that
  Margaret　spoke　as　from　herself；　and　then　she　spoke　with　positive
  assurance　of　faith。　　She　did　not　then　even　say　I　think；　but；　I　am
  sure；　I　know；　I　have　seen。
  Many　interviews　of　this　sort　did　not　take　place　between　them　before
  Euphra；　in　her　turn；　began　to　confide　her　history　to　Margaret。
  It　was　a　strangely　different　onefull　of　outward　event　and　physical
  trouble；　but；　till　it　approached　the　last　stages；　wonderfully　barren
  as　to　inward　production　or　development。　　It　was　a　history　of
  Euphra's　circumstances　and　peculiarities；　not　of　Euphra　herself。
  Till　of　late；　she　had　scarcely　had　any　history。　　Margaret's；　on　the
  contrary；　was　a　true　history；　for；　with　much　of　the　monotonous　in
  circumstance；　it　described　individual　growth；　and　the　change　of
  progress。　　Where　there　is　no　change　there　can　be　no　history；　and　as
  all　change　is　either　growth　or　decay；　all　history　must　describe
  progress　or　retrogression。　　The　former　had　now　begun　for　Euphra　as
  well；　and　it　was　one　proof　of　it　that　she　told　Margaret　all　I　have
  already　recorded　for　my　readers；　at　least　as　far　as　it　bore　against
  herself。　　How　much　more　she　told　her　I　am　unable　to　say；　but　after
  she　had　told　it；　Euphra　was　still　more　humble　towards　Margaret；　and
  Margaret　more　tender；　more　full　of　service；　if　possible；　and　more
  devoted　to　Euphra。
  CHAPTER　XV。
  MARGARET'S　SECRET。
  Love　is　not　love
  Which　alters　when　it　alteration　finds；
  Or　bends　with　the　remover　to　remove。
  SHAKSPERE。Sonnet　cxvi。
  Margaret　could　not　proceed　very　far　in　the　story　of　her　life；
  without　making　some　reference　to　Hugh　Sutherland。　　But　she　carefully
  avoided　mentioning　his　name。　　Perhaps　no　one　less　calm；　and　free
  from　the　operation　of　excitement；　could　have　been　so　successful　in
  suppressing　it。
  〃Ah！〃　said　Euphra；　one　day；　〃your　history　is　a　little　like　mine
  there；　a　tutor　comes　into　them　both。　　Did　you　not　fall　dreadfully　in
  love　with　him？〃
  〃I　loved　him　very　much。〃
  〃Where　is　he　now？〃
  〃In　London；　I　believe。〃
  〃Do　you　never　see　him？〃
  〃No。〃
  〃Have　you　never　seen　him　since　he　left　your　homewith　the　curious
  name？〃
  〃Yes；　but　not　spoken　to　him。〃
  〃Where？〃
  Margaret　was　silent。　　Euphra　knew　her