But a few minutes before that young face had been bright with fairest beauty, eloquent with truest love, lit with passion and with poetry--now it was like a white mask.
Slowly, and as though it was with difficulty that she understood Lady Arleigh read the letter through, and then--she did not scream or cry out--she raised her eyes to his face.

He saw in them a depth of human sorrow and human woe which words are powerless to express.
So they looked at each other in passionate anguish.

No words passed--of what avail were they?
Each read the heart of the other.

They knew that they must part.

Then the closely-written pages fell to the ground, and Madaline's hands clasped each other in helpless anguish.