And such a record! What would he not have given to erase that page! When the body of Edith Walter was borne to its last resting-place, Florence was among the mourners.

After looking his last look upon the coffin that contained the body, he went away, sadder in heart than he had ever been in his life.

He was not only a prey to sadness, but to painful self-accusation.

In his perfidy lay the cause of her death.

He had broken the heart that confided in him, and only repented of his error when it was too late to repair the ruin.
As to what was thought or said of him by others, Edwin Florence cared but little.