A great alteration had taken place in this strange girl.  The servants were positively afraid of her now, from the butler down to the kitchen-maid.  She used to go into violent fits of passion, in which the mere flash of her eyes was overpowering.  These outbreaks would be followed almost instantaneously by seasons of the deepest dejection, in which she would confine herself to her room for hours, or, lame as she was, wander about the house and the Ghost’s Walk, herself pale as a ghost, and looking meagre and wretched.

Also, she became subject to frequent fainting fits, the first of which took place the night before Hugh’s departure, after she had returned to the house from her interview with him in the Ghost’s Walk.  She was evidently miserable.

For this misery we know that there were very sufficient reasons, without taking into account the fact that she had no one to fascinate now.  Her continued lameness, which her restlessness aggravated, likewise gave her great cause for anxiety.  But I presume that, even during the early part of her confinement, her mind had been thrown back upon itself, in that consciousness which often arises in loneliness and suffering; and that even then she had begun to feel that her own self was a worse tyrant than the count, and made her a more wretched slave than any exercise of his unlawful power could make her.

Some natures will endure an immense amount of misery before they feel compelled to look there for help, whence all help and healing comes.  They cannot believe that there is verily an unseen mysterious power, till the world and all that is in it has vanished in the smoke of despair; till cause and effect is nothing to the intellect, and possible glories have faded from the imagination; then, deprived of all that made life pleasant or hopeful, the immortal essence, lonely and wretched and unable to cease, looks up with its now unfettered and wakened instinct, to the source of its own life —­ to the possible God who, notwithstanding all the improbabilities of his existence, may yet perhaps be, and may yet perhaps hear his wretched creature that calls.  In this loneliness of despair, life must find The Life; for joy is gone, and life is all that is left:  it is compelled to seek its source, its root, its eternal life.  This alone remains as a possible thing.  Strange condition of despair into which the Spirit of God drives a man —­ a condition in which the Best alone is the Possible!

Other simpler natures look up at once.  Even before the first pang has passed away, as by a holy instinct of celestial childhood, they lift their eyes to the heavens whence cometh their aid.  Of this class Euphra was not.  She belonged to the former.  And yet even she had begun to look upward, for the waters had closed above her head.  She betook herself to the one man of whom she had heard as knowing about God.  She wrote, but no answer came.  Days and days passed away, and there was no reply.