day by day watching the blue waters

  "Only what is right."   "Right perhaps, but hard--very hard."   "Oh, do," she pleaded, raising her blue eyes to his so earnestly. "Oh, Everard, it is not the way for us to be happy, to be unforgiving. I should be so miserable: day by day watching the blue waters, knowing that I had left any one in anger or ill-feeling. Oh, Everard, you will forgive him!"   She looked so lovely there in the moonlight, pleading for one who so little deserved it of her, that Everard found it hard to refuse her.   "I cannot write a lie, Isabel, even to please you," he replied, in a harsh, unnatural voice.   "Oh, no, not that; but I want you really to forgive him."   "I do not, I cannot," and his voice was hard and cold.   Isabel shuddered. Was this the Everard usually so kind and gentle?   "Oh, Everard, and you a clergyman!"   "Perhaps I am not fit to be one," he answered. "I have thought so sometimes lately, but I wished so much to be one that, in seeking to fulfil the wish, I may have overlooked the meetness."