Our love.

D.and V.' His face flashed out of cloud.
A more precious document had never been handed to him.

It chased back to midnight the doubt hovering over his belief in himself;--phrased to say, that he was no longer the Victor Radnor known to the world.

And it extinguished a corpse-like recollection of a baleful dream in the night.
Here shone radiant witness of his being the very man; save for the spot of his recent confusion in distinguishing his identity or in feeling that he stood whole and solid .-- Because of two mature maiden ladies?
Yes, because of two maiden ladies, my good fellow.

And friend Colney, you know the ladies, and what the getting round them for one's purposes really means.
The sprite of Colney Durance had struck him smartly overnight.