lost—in a month, Temple was given a place in the Government.
Hallam.
So that after fifteen years of poverty and obscurity
he and his wife broke into great prosperity.
Lord Burnley.
[Nodding.] Into great happiness also. After many
years of childlessness a child was born to them—the
little girl he has gone upstairs to see. And then the
bolt fell—you know how?
Carfax.
The death of his wife?
Lord Burnley.
Her death-warrant anyway. An incurable malady!
Temple thought it had been accelerated—perhaps
generated—by the long period of their poverty, and
reproached himself accordingly.
Others.
Pitiful! Pitiful!
Lord Burnley.
He did everything that love and care could do.
Time passed—two years, three years, four. At last
he took her to Switzerland.
Hallam.
Yes, up to the Engadine.
Lord Burnley.
No use! Six months later she came back worse
