Chapter 11 HUSBAND AND WIFE.

But she is far away

Now; nor the hours of night, grown hoar,

Bring, yet to me, long gazing, from the door,

The wind-stirred robe of roseate gray,

And rose-cream of the hour that leads the day,

When we shall meet once more.

-D. G. Rossetti.

Hilda Quentyns, Judy's idol, was not the strongest of characters. She was very sweet and