"But unfortunately I am," he admitted, soberly, "and it is best for you to go back.

Won't you ?" Her gaze was fastened upon the open locket, the fair face pictured there smiling up at her as though in pleading also.
"You truly think she would wish it ?" "I know she would." The girl gave utterance to a quick, startled breath, as if the vision frightened her.

"Then I will go," she said, her voice a mere whisper, "I will go." He led her down the steps, out into the jostling crowd below, as if she had been some fairy princess.

Men occasionally spoke to him, but seemingly he heard nothing, pressing his way through the mass of moving figures in utter unconsciousness of their presence.

Her locket hung dangling, and he slipped it back into its place and drew her slender form yet closer against his own, as they stepped forth into the black, deserted road.