It came to me just that moment that you said, 'Yes, of course,' when Mr.Harley came to call you back to duty.

Duty is better than a worthless woman, my Billikins, and I was never fit to be anything more than a toy to you--a toy to play with and toss aside.

And so good-bye, good-bye!" The scrawl ended with a little cross at the bottom of the page.

He looked up from it with eyes gone blind with pain and a stunned and awful sense of loss.
"When did the _mem-sahib_ go ?" he questioned, dully.
The _khitmutgar_ bent his stately person.

"The _mem-sahib_ went in haste," he said, "an hour before midnight.