But, Michael--do you remember that undecorated window which you told me had been left so probably for you to embellish as an expiatory offering, because rapine and violence were in the blood--Well, dear love, I think we must put up the most beautiful stained glass together there--in memory of our little son.

For we are equally to blame for his brief life and death." But Michael was too moved to speak and could only clasp her hand.
THE END.