Only requiems and prayers came.

Half afraid of summoning an invisible spirit, she softly touched the keys to "The Light of other Days." But remembering it was the very last tune she ever played to her father, she leaned her head forward on the instrument, and wept bitterly.
While she sat thus the door-bell rang, and she soon became conscious of steps approaching the parlor.

Her heart gave a sudden leap; for her first thought was of Gerald Fitzgerald.

She raised her head, wiped away her tears, and rose to receive the visitor.

Three strangers entered.