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But
there
is
something
beyond
this
.
Each
appears
to
act
with
an
irksome
restraint
in
the
presence
of
the
others
--
even
during
the
rare
occasions
,
on
which
it
becomes
necessary
to
converse
on
the
family
misfortune
!
Beside
the
sorrow
common
to
all
three
,
they
appear
to
have
separate
griefs
that
do
not
,
and
can
not
,
commingle
.
The
once
proud
planter
stays
within
doors
--
pacing
from
room
to
room
,
or
around
,
the
enclosed
corridor
--
bending
beneath
a
weight
of
woe
,
that
has
broken
down
his
pride
,
and
threatens
to
break
his
heart
.
Even
strong
paternal
affection
,
cruelly
bereaved
,
can
scarce
account
for
the
groans
,
oft
accompanied
by
muttered
curses
,
that
are
heard
to
issue
from
his
lips
!
Calhoun
rides
abroad
as
of
yore
;
making
his
appearance
only
at
the
hours
of
eating
and
sleeping
,
and
not
regularly
then
.
For
a
whole
day
,
and
part
of
a
night
,
he
has
been
absent
from
the
place
.
No
one
knows
where
;
no
one
has
the
right
to
inquire
.
Louise
confines
herself
to
her
own
room
,
though
not
continuously
.
There
are
times
when
she
may
be
seen
ascending
to
the
azotea
--
alone
and
in
silent
meditation
.
There
,
nearer
to
Heaven
,
she
seeks
solace
for
the
sorrows
that
have
assailed
her
upon
Earth
--
the
loss
of
a
beloved
brother
--
the
fear
of
losing
one
far
more
beloved
,
though
in
a
different
sense
--
perhaps
,
a
little
also
,
the
thought
of
a
scandal
already
attaching
to
her
name
.
Of
these
three
sorrows
the
second
is
the
strongest
.
The
last
but
little
troubles
her
;
and
the
first
,
for
a
while
keenly
felt
,
is
gradually
growing
calmer
.
But
the
second
--
the
supreme
pain
of
all
--
is
but
strengthened
and
intensified
by
time
!
