As it is all over and past I'll tell you one thing: I should have sent you a line passing warm had I known your name.

That name I never knew till my maid said, as you passed up the hotel stairs a month ago, 'There's Dr.Fitzpiers.'" "Good Heaven!" said Fitzpiers, musingly.

"How the time comes back to me! The evening, the morning, the dew, the spot.

When I found that you really were gone it was as if a cold iron had been passed down my back.

I went up to where you had stood when I last saw you--I flung myself on the grass, and--being not much more than a boy--my eyes were literally blinded with tears.