Kitty Sharston's clear eyes also gazed across the hall, but she saw no one present--only, far, far away, a lonely man with an iron-grey head, and a face which was the dearest face in all the world to her.  She saw this man, and felt that for his sake no effort could be too great.  If she won the Scholarship all would indeed be well; but if she failed she could at least be good, she could at least submit.  Oh, yes; oh, yes; it would be fearfully hard, but God could give her strength.