CHAPTER XIII

MARCH GOES OUT I thought I saw the Grey Wolf’s eyes. The sun was gone away, Most unendurably gone down, With all delights of day. I cried aloud for light, and all The light was dead and done away, And no one answered to my call. Edward was, perhaps, the person best pleased at the news of Elizabeth’s engagement. He had been, as Mary phrased it, “very much put out.” Put out, in fact, to the point of wonderin…