I shall not be wanting you again to-night." The girl withdrew, and she crouched lower over the fire, the letter in her hand.
Yes, it was addressed to her in her husband's clear, strong writing--addressed to her and written in her presence! Her hands were trembling very much as she tore open the envelope.

A baffling mist danced before her eyes.

For a few seconds she could see nothing.

Then with a great effort she commanded herself, and read: "My own Beloved Wife, "If I have made your life a misery, may I be forgiven! I meant otherwise.

I saw you on the ramparts this evening.