For a long minute she did not speak; then very slowly, very bitterly, she said aloud--yet as if to herself:-- "Yes.

If I had my way I'd forget them every one--these hours; every single one!" "Oh, Lady of the Roses!" expostulated David in a voice quivering with shocked dismay.

"You don't mean--you can't mean that you don't have ANY--sun!" "I mean just that," bowed Miss Holbrook wearily, her eyes on the somber shadows of the pool; "just that!" David sat stunned, confounded.

Across the marble steps and the terraces the shadows lengthened, and David watched them as the sun dipped behind the tree-tops.

They seemed to make more vivid the chill and the gloom of the lady's words--more real the day that had no sun.