Yet　she　was　perhaps　more　beautiful　than　ever；　for　a　holy　sorrow
  chastened　and　sublimed　her　features：　it　was　now　a　sweet；　angelic；
  pensive　beauty；　that　interested　every　feeling　person　at　a　glance。
  She　would　visit　no　one；　but　a　twelvemonth　after　her　bereavement；
  she　received　a　few　chosen　visitors。
  One　day　a　young　gentleman　called；　and　sent　up　his　card；　〃Lord
  Tadcaster；〃　with　a　note　from　Lady　Cicely　Treherne；　full　of　kindly
  feeling。　　Uncle　Philip　had　reconciled　her　to　Lady　Cicely；　but　they
  had　never　met。
  Mrs。　Staines　was　much　agitated　at　the　very　name　of　Lord　Tadcaster；
  but　she　would　not　have　missed　seeing　him　for　the　world。
  She　received　him　with　her　beautiful　eyes　wide　open；　to　drink　in
  every　lineament　of　one　who　had　seen　the　last　of　her　Christopher。
  Tadcaster　was　wonderfully　improved：　he　had　grown　six　inches　out　at
  sea；　and　though　still　short；　was　not　diminutive；　he　was　a　small
  Apollo；　a　model　of　symmetry；　and　had　an　engaging；　girlish　beauty；
  redeemed　from　downright　effeminacy　by　a　golden　mustache　like　silk；
  and　a　tanned　cheek　that　became　him　wonderfully。
  He　seemed　dazzled　at　first　by　Mrs。　Staines；　but　murmured　that　Lady
  Cicely　had　told　him　to　come；　or　he　would　not　have　ventured。
  〃Who　can　be　so　welcome　to　me　as　you？〃　said　she；　and　the　tears　came
  thick　in　her　eyes　directly。
  Soon；　he　hardly　knew　how；　he　found　himself　talking　of　Staines；　and
  telling　her　what　a　favorite　he　was；　and　all　the　clever　things　he
  had　done。
  The　tears　streamed　down　her　cheeks；　but　she　begged　him　to　go　on
  telling　her；　and　omit　nothing。
  He　complied　heartily；　and　was　even　so　moved　by　the　telling　of　his
  friend's　virtues；　and　her　tears　and　sobs；　that　he　mingled　his　tears
  with　hers。　　She　rewarded　him　by　giving　him　her　hand　as　she　turned
  away　her　tearful　face　to　indulge　the　fresh　burst　of　grief　his
  sympathy　evoked。
  When　he　was　leaving；　she　said；　in　her　simple　way；　〃Bless　you〃
  〃Come　again；〃　she　said：　〃you　have　done　a　poor　widow　good。〃
  Lord　Tadcaster　was　so　interested　and　charmed；　he　would　gladly　have
  come　back　next　day　to　see　her；　but　he　restrained　that　extravagance；
  and　waited　a　week。
  Then　he　visited　her　again。　　He　had　observed　the　villa　was　not　rich
  in　flowers；　and　he　took　her　down　a　magnificent　bouquet；　cut　from
  his　father's　hot…houses。　　At　sight　of　him；　or　at　sight　of　it；　or
  both；　the　color　rose　for　once　in　her　pale　cheek；　and　her　pensive
  face　wore　a　sweet　expression　of　satisfaction。　　She　took　his
  flowers；　and　thanked　him　for　them；　and　for　coming　to　see　her。
  Soon　they　got　on　the　only　topic　she　cared　for；　and；　in　the　course
  of　this　second　conversation；　he　took　her　into　his　confidence；　and
  told　her　he　owed　everything　to　Dr。　Staines。　　〃I　was　on　the　wrong
  road　altogether；　and　he　put　me　right。　　To　tell　you　the　truth；　I
  used　to　disobey　him　now　and　then；　while　he　was　alive；　and　I　was
  always　the　worse　for　it；　now　he　is　gone；　I　never　disobey　him。　　I
  have　written　down　a　lot　of　wise；　kind　things　he　said　to　me；　and　I
  never　go　against　any　one　of　them。　　I　call　it　my　book　of　oracles。
  Dear　me；　I　might　have　brought　it　with　me。〃
  〃Oh；　yes！　why　didn't　you？〃　rather　reproachfully。
  〃I　will　bring　it　next　time。〃
  〃Pray　do。〃
  Then　she　looked　at　him　with　her　lovely　swimming　eyes；　and　said
  tenderly；　〃And　so　here　is　another　that　disobeyed　him　living；　but
  obeys　him　dead。　　What　will　you　think　when　I　tell　you　that　I；　his
  wife；　who　now　worship　him　when　it　is　too　late；　often　thwarted　and
  vexed　him　when　he　was　alive？〃
  〃No；　no。　　He　told　me　you　were　an　angel；　and　I　believe　it。〃
  〃An　angel！　a　good…for…nothing；　foolish　woman；　who　sees　everything
  too　late。〃
  〃Nobody　else　should　say　so　before　me；〃　said　the　little　gentleman
  grandly。　　〃I　shall　take　HIS　word　before　yours　on　this　one　subject。
  If　ever　there　was　an　angel；　you　are　one；　and　oh；　what　would　I　give
  if　I　could　but　say　or　do　anything　in　the　world　to　comfort　you！〃
  〃You　can　do　nothing　for　ME；　dear；　but　come　and　see　me　often；　and
  talk　to　me　as　you　doon　the　one　sad　theme　my　broken　heart　has　room
  for。〃
  This　invitation　delighted　Lord　Tadcaster；　and　the　sweet　word
  〃dear；〃　from　her　lovely　lips；　entered　his　heart；　and　ran　through
  all　his　veins　like　some　rapturous　but　dangerous　elixir。　　He　did　not
  say　to　himself；　〃She　is　a　widow　with　a　child；　feels　old　with　grief；
  and　looks　on　me　as　a　boy　who　has　been　kind　to　her。〃　　Such　prudence
  and　wariness　were　hardly　to　be　expected　from　his　age。　　He　had
  admired　her　at　first　sight；　very　nearly　loved　her　at　their　first
  interview；　and　now　this　sweet　word　opened　a　heavenly　vista。　　The
  generous　heart　that　beat　in　his　small　frame　burned　to　console　her
  with　a　life…long　devotion　and　all　the　sweet　offices　of　love。
  He　ordered　his　yacht　to　Gravesendfor　he　had　become　a　sailorand
  then　he　called　on　Mrs。　Staines；　and　told　her；　with　a　sort　of
  sheepish　cunning；　that　now；　as　his　yacht　HAPPENED　to　be　at
  Gravesend；　he　could　come　and　see　her　very　often。　　He　watched　her
  timidly；　to　see　how　she　would　take　that　proposition。
  She　said；　with　the　utmost　simplicity；　〃I'm　very　glad　of　it。〃
  Then　he　produced　his　oracles；　and　she　devoured　them。　　Such　precepts
  to　Tadcaster　as　she　could　apply　to　her　own　case　she　instantly　noted
  in　her　memory；　and　they　became　her　law　from　that　moment。
  Then；　in　her　simplicity；　she　said；　〃And　I　will　show　you　some
  things；　in　his　own　handwriting；　that　may　be　good　for　you；　but　I
  can't　show　you　the　whole　book：　some　of　it　is　sacred　from　every　eye
  but　his　wife's。　　His　wife's？　　Ah　me！　his　widow's。〃
  Then　she　pointed　out　passages　in　the　diary　that　she　thought　might
  be　for　his　good；　and　he　nestled　to　her　side；　and　followed　her　white
  finger　with　loving　eyes；　and　was　in　an　elysiumwhich　she　would
  certainly　have　put　a　stop　to　at　that　time；　had　she　divined　it。　　But
  all　wisdom　does　not　come　at　once　to　an　unguarded　woman。　　Rosa
  Staines　was　wiser　about　her　husband　than　she　had　been；　but　she　had
  plenty　to　learn。
  Lord　Tadcaster　anchored　off　Gravesend；　and　visited　Mrs。　Staines
  nearly　every　day。　　She　received　him　with　a　pleasure　that　was　not　at
  all　lively；　but　quite　undisguised。　　He　could　not　doubt　his　welcome；
  for　once；　when　he　came；　she　said　to　the　servant；　〃Not　at　home；〃　a
  plain　proof　she　did　not　wish　his　visit　to　be　cut　short　by　any　one
  else。
  And　so　these　visits　and　devoted　attentions　of　every　kind　went　on
  unobserved　by　Lord　Tadcaster's　friends；　because　Rosa　would　never　go
  out；　even　with　him；　but　at　last　Mr。　Lusignan　saw　plainly　how　this
  would　end；　unless　he　interfered。
  Well；　he　did　not　interfere；　on　the　contrary；　he　was　careful　to
  avoid　putting　his　daughter　on　her　guard：　he　said　to　himself；　〃Lord
  Tadcaster　does　her　good。　　I'm　afraid　she　would　not　marry　him；　if　he
  was　to　ask　her　now；　but　in　time　she　might。　　She　likes　him　a　great
  deal　better　than　any　one　else。〃
  As　for　Philip；　he　was　abroad　for　his　own　health；　somewhat　impaired
  by　his　long　and　faithful　attendance　on　Rosa。
  So　now　Lord　Tadcaster　was　in　constant　attendance　on　Rosa。　　She　was
  languid；　but　gentle　and　kind；　and；　as　mourners；　like　invalids；　are
  apt　to　be　egotistical；　she　saw　nothing　but　that　he　was　a　comfort　to
  her　in　her　affliction。
  While　matters　were　so；　the　Earl　of　Miltshire；　who　had　long　been
  sinking；　died；　and　Tadcaster　succeeded　to　his　honors　and　estates。
  Rosa　heard　of　it；　and；　thinking　it　was　a　great　bereavement；　wrote
  him　one　of　those　exquisite　letters　of　condolence　a　lady　alone　can
  write。　　He　took　it　to　Lady　Cicely；　and　showed　it　her。　　She　highly
  approved　it。
  He　said；　〃The　only　thingit　makes　me　ashamed；　I　do　not　feel　my
  poor　father's　death　more；　but　you　know　it　has　been　so　long
  expected。〃　　Then　he　was　silent　a　long　time；　and　then　he　asked　her
  if　such　a　woman　as　that　would　not　make　him　happy；　if　he　could　win
  her。
  It　was　on　her　ladyship's　tongue　to　say；　〃She　did　not　make　her　first
  happy；〃　but　she　forbore；　and　said　coldly；　that　was　maw　than　she
  could　say。
  Tadcaster　seemed　disappointed　by　that；　and　by　and　by　Cicely　took
  herself　to　task。　　She　asked　herself　what　were　Tadcaster's　chances
  in　the　lottery　of　wives。　　The　heavy　army　of　scheming　mothers；　and
  the　light　cavalry　of　artful　daughters；　rose　before　her　cousinly　and
  disinterested　eyes；　and　she　asked　herself　what　chance　poor　little
  Tadcaster　would　have　of　catching　a　true　love；　with　a　hundred　female
  artists　manoeuvring；　wheeling；　ambuscading；　and　charging　upon　his
  wealth　and　titles。　　She　returned　to　the　subject　of　her　own　accord；
  and　told　him　she　saw　but　one　objection　to　such　a　match：　the　lady
  had　a　son　by　a　man　of　rare　merit　and　misfortune。　　Could　he；　at　his
  age；　undertake　to　be　a　father　to　that　son？　　〃Othahwise；〃　said　Lady
  Cicely；　〃mark　my　words；　you　will　quall　over　that　poor　child；　and
  you　will　have　two　to　quall　with；　because　I　shall　be　on　her　side。〃
  Tadcaster　declared　to　her　that　child　should　be　quite　the　opposite
  of　a　bone　of　contention。　　〃I　have　thought　of　that；〃　said　he；　〃and　I
  mean　to　be　so　kind　to　that　boy；　I　shall　MAKE　her　love　me　for　that。〃
  On　these　terms　Lady　Cicely　gave　her　consent。
  Then　he　asked　her　should　he　write；　or　ask　her　in　person。
  Lady　Cicely　reflected。　　〃If　you　write；　I　think　she　will　say　no。〃
  〃But　if　I　go？〃
  〃Then；　it　will　depend　on　how　you　do　it。　　Rosa　Staines　is　a　true
  mourner。　　Wha