Outside everything is bright, and warm, and genial, as should be in the heart of summer; within there is only gloom, -and Lilian clad in her mourning robes. The contrast is dispiriting: there life, here death, or at least the knowledge of it. There joy, here the signs and trappings of woe. The black gown and funereal trimmings hardly harmonize with the girl's flower-like face and the gay song that trembles on her lips. But, alas for how short a time...