And she raised the corner of a curtain and glanced at the bright picture of what might have been.

And glancing at it, the demand for happiness raised her in revolt.
She lit her candle and wrote another letter, of the shortest.

It contained but these few words: "Oh, please forgive me! Come back and forgive.

Oh, you must!--SYLVIA." And having written them, Sylvia stole quietly down-stairs, let herself out at the door and posted them.
Two nights afterward she leaned out of her window at midnight, wondering whether by the morrow's post she would receive an answer to her message.
And while she wondered she understood that the answer would not come that way.

For suddenly in the moonlit road beneath her, she saw standing the one who was to send it.