All he has confessed to me is that he had given up hopes of her, but that a letter of some sort or other revived them, and he hastened back to town.

He might as well have stayed away; the girl very soon married another man.

Less than a year later she had bitterly repented this, and in some way or other she allowed Moxey to know it.

Since then they have been Platonic lovers--nothing more, I am convinced.

They see each other about once in six months, and presumably live on a hope that the obnoxious husband may decease.