She added that the mitre would be at his disposal at an early hour on the following morning.

It was the same as if she had asked him to go away, but he could not leave.

He stood and looked around him in this old workroom, filled with shade and with peace, and it seemed to him as if he were being driven from Paradise.

He had spent so many sweet hours there in the illusion of his brightest fancies, that it was like tearing his very heart-strings to think all this was at an end.

What troubled him the worst was his inability to explain matters, and that he could only take with him such a fearful uncertainty.