"Tell me of it--all." Quickly Mrs.Caswell poured forth her story as she had already told it to Constance.
"My dear Mrs.Caswell," remarked the high priestess slowly, when the story was complete, "it is all very simple.

His love is dead.

That is what you fear and it is the truth.

The wall is the wall that he has erected against you.

Try to forget it--to forget him.