Something bright rolled out upon the floor.

He stopped it with his foot.

It was her wedding-ring.
An awful look showed for a moment in Jeff's eyes and passed.

He stooped and picked up the ring; then, with a species of deadly composure more terrible than any agitation, he took out the letter that the envelope contained.
It was very short--the first letter that she had ever written to him.
"Dear Jeff," it ran, "after what happened last night, I do not think you will be surprised to hear that I feel I cannot stay any longer under your roof.

I have tried to be friends with you, but you would not have it so, and now it has become quite impossible for me to go on.