I am more restless than ever to-night, and no wonder.

I would give anything to be able to pay a visit to St.Sava's, and see my wife again--if it were only sleeping in her tomb.

But I dare not do even that, lest she should come to see me here, and I should miss her.

So I have done what I can.

The glass door to the Terrace is open, so that she can enter at once if she comes.