And Jane had to see his face grow thin and worn, and his hair whiten on the temples.

And she yearned over him, yet dared not offer sympathy.

At last things came right for the doctor, and all the highest good seemed his; in his profession; in his standing among men; and, above all, in his heart life, which Flower had always held between her two sweet hands.

And Jane rejoiced, but felt still more lonely now she had no companion in loneliness.

And still their friendship held, with Flower admitted as a third--a wistful, grateful third, anxious to learn from the woman whose friendship meant so much to her husband, how to succeed where she had hitherto failed.