allthesewerebeforeus，alongwithathousandbeautifulmemoriesofouryouth，beautifulandsad，butasrealandvividinourmindsasthatfairandalways—rememberedsceneoureyesbeheldoncemore。
Weforgetnothing。Thememorysleeps，butwakensagain;Ioftenthinkhowitshallbewhen，afterthelastsleepofdeath，thereveilleeshallarouseusforever，andthepastinoneflashofself—consciousnessrushback，likethesoulrevivified。
Thehousewouldnotbeupforsomehoursyet，（itwasJuly，andthedawnwasonlyjustawake，）andhereEsmondopenedhimselftohismistress，ofthebusinesshehadinhand，andwhatpartFrankwastoplayinit。Heknewhecouldconfideanythingtoher，andthatthefondsoulwoulddieratherthanrevealit;andbiddingherkeepthesecretfromall，helaiditentirelybeforehismistress（alwaysasstaunchalittleloyalistasanyinthekingdom），andindeedwasquitesurethatanyplan，ofhiswassecureofherapplauseandsympathy。Neverwassuchagloriousschemetoherpartialmind，neversuchadevotedknighttoexecuteit。Anhourortwomayhavepassedwhilsttheywerehavingtheircolloquy。
Beatrixcameouttothemjustastheirtalkwasover;hertallbeautifulformrobedinsable（whichsheworewithoutostentationeversincelastyear\'scatastrophe），sweepingoverthegreenterrace，andcastingitsshadowsbeforeheracrossthegrass。
Shemadeusoneofhergrandcurtsiessmiling，andcalledus\"theyoungpeople。\"Shewasolder，paler，andmoremajesticthanintheyearbefore;hermotherseemedtheyoungestofthetwo。Sheneveroncespokeofhergrief，LadyCastlewoodtoldEsmond，oralluded，savebyaquietwordortwo，tothedeathofherhopes。