There is enough in that pocket-book," he added, "to take you where you will, and to enable you to live as you will for the remainder of the year, and during that time your people also are provided for.

I leave the matter in your hands." He turned and left the room.

Virginia stood at the end of the table, clasping the pocket-book in her hands, and watching his retreating figure.

He opened and closed the door.

She sank back into her place for a moment and covered her face with her hands.