5. "And he cast down the pieces of silver in the temple, and departed, and went and hanged himself.

6. "And the chief priests took the silver pieces, and said, It is not lawful for to put them into the treasury, because it is the price of blood.

7. "And they took counsel, and bought with them the potter’s field, to bury strangers in.

8. "Wherefore that field was called, The field of blood unto this day.

9. "Then was fulfilled that which was spoken by Jeremy the prophet, saying, And they took the thirty pieces of silver, the price of him that was valued, whom they of the children of Israel did value.

10. "And gave them for the potter’s field, as the Lord appointed me.”

What was this!—­standing upright again, as she had done several times in the church—­was she listening?  It scarcely appeared that she was; she took first one hand from her staff, and looked earnestly at it, and then she took the other, and with wide-open eyes examined that also.

“O cruel, cruel,” thought Peter’s mother, when Peter had repeated a verse or two, “why did not Laura prevent this, she who knew what the child’s lesson was?” and she sat cold and trembling, with an anguish of pity; but she felt that now it was too late to stop her boy, he must go on to the end.  As to the nurse, she sitting there still, with her work on her knees, felt as if every word rose up and struck her on the face.  He was slowly, pensively, and O so calmly, describing to the poor mother the manner of her son’s death.

“That will do, master Peter,” she exclaimed, the moment he had finished; and she snatched his hand and led him away, telling him to go and play in the orchard.

Peter was not destitute of gratitude, and as he made his exit, he thought, what a good thing it was that he did not say his lesson to his grandmother every day.

When the nurse turned again she observed that Madam Melcombe had tottered a step or two forward:  her grand-daughter, and her grandson’s widow were supporting her.  One of them called to her to fetch some cordial, and this seemed to disturb the poor old woman, for she presently said slowly, and as if it caused her a great effort to speak,—­

“What are they gone for? and what are you doing?”

“We’re holding you up, grandmother; you tremble, dear; you can hardly stand.  Won’t you sit down?”

“Won’t I what?” she repeated.  “I don’t hear;” and she began to move with their help and that of her staff to the balustrade.

The old fancy; the constant fancy; gazing at the bed of lilies, and talking to herself as, with her trembling hand to her brow, she peered out towards the arbour.  They were words of no particular significance that she said; but just as the nurse came back bringing her a cordial, she turned round and repeated them distinctly, and with a solemnity that was almost awful.