Bathurst tells us to think it will all be right in the other
world, even if we do have to see the evil prosper here," said Rose,
gravely. "The sufferings will all turn to glory, just as they did
with our blessed King, out of sight."
Edmund sat thoughtful. "If our people abroad would but hope and
trust and bear as you do here, Rose. But I had best not talk of
these things, only your patience makes me feel how deficient in it we
are, who have not a tithe to bear of what you have at home. Are you
moving to go? Must you?"
"I fear so, dear brother; the light seems to be beginning to dawn,
and if Lucy wakes and misses me--Is your shoulder comfortable?"
"I was never more comfortable in my life. My loving duty to my dear
mother. Farewell, you, sweet Rose."
"Farewell, dear Edmund. Perhaps Walter may manage to visit you, but
do not reckon on it."
CHAPTER V.
The vigils of the night had been as unwonted for Lucy as for her
sister, and she slept soundly till Rose was already up and dressed.
Her first reflection was on the strange sights she had seen, followed
by a doubt whether they were real, or only a dream; but she was
certain it was no such thing; she recollected too well the chill of
the stone to her feet, and the sound of the blasts of wind. She
wondered over it, wished to make out the cause, but decided that she
should only be scolded for peeping, and she had better keep her own
counsel.
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