She sprang out of bed and prayed long and earnestly.  It soothed and comforted her so to open her heart.  But as soon as she reviewed her position she found the sting was still there; that she was not good enough, nor pure enough to be indifferent to the lowered opinion of a fellow creature; that the thought of how he must be looking upon her with contempt, stood between her and her sense of wrong-doing.  She took her letter in to her father as soon as she was drest.  There was so slight an allusion to their alarm at the rail-road station, that Mr. Hale passed over it without paying any attention to it.  Indeed, beyond the mere fact of Frederick having sailed undiscovered and unsuspected, he did not gather much from the letter at the time, he was so uneasy about Margaret’s pallid looks.  She seemed continually on the point of weeping.

’You are sadly overdone, Margaret.  It is no wonder.  But you must let me nurse you now.’

He made her lie down on the sofa, and went for a shawl to cover her with.  His tenderness released her tears; and she cried bitterly.

‘Poor child!—­poor child!’ said he, looking fondly at her, as she lay with her face to the wall, shaking with her sobs.  After a while they ceased, and she began to wonder whether she durst give herself the relief of telling her father of all her trouble.  But there were more reasons against it than for it.  The only one for it was the relief to herself; and against it was the thought that it would add materially to her father’s nervousness, if it were indeed necessary for Frederick to come to England again; that he would dwell on the circumstance of his son’s having caused the death of a man, however unwittingly and unwillingly; that this knowledge would perpetually recur to trouble him, in various shapes of exaggeration and distortion from the simple truth.  And about her own great fault—­he would be distressed beyond measure at her want of courage and faith, yet perpetually troubled to make excuses for her.  Formerly Margaret would have come to him as priest as well as father, to tell him of her temptation and her sin; but latterly they had not spoken much on such subjects; and she knew not how, in his change of opinions, he would reply if the depth of her soul called unto his.  No; she would keep her secret, and bear the burden alone.  Alone she would go before God, and cry for His absolution.  Alone she would endure her disgraced position in the opinion of Mr. Thornton.  She was unspeakably touched by the tender efforts of her father to think of cheerful subjects on which to talk, and so to take her thoughts away from dwelling on all that had happened of late.  It was some months since he had been so talkative as he was this day.  He would not let her sit up, and offended Dixon desperately by insisting on waiting upon her himself.

At last she smiled; a poor, weak little smile; but it gave him the truest pleasure.

’It seems strange to think, that what gives us most hope for the future should be called Dolores,’ said Margaret.  The remark was more in character with her father than with her usual self; but to-day they seemed to have changed natures.