‘Blind, blind, blind!’

We both kept silence for some minutes. When I raised my eyes, I found that she was steadily observant of me. Perhaps she had followed the current of my mind; for it seemed to me an easy one to track now, wilful as it had been once.

‘You will find her father a white-haired old man,’ said my aunt, ‘though a better man in all other respects — a reclaimed man.

Neither will you find him measuring all human interests, and joys, and sorrows, with his one poor little inch-rule now. Trust me, child, such things must shrink very much, before they can be measured off in that way.’

‘Indeed they must,’ said I.

‘You will find her,’