God bless you, darling! Thank you for loving me, who am so unworthy of your love! Be happy! David and I will perhaps be able to watch you from 'the other side,' and we shall be proud of all you do.

For you will spend those terrible millions in good deeds that must benefit all the world, I am sure.

That is what I hoped we might perhaps have done together--but I see quite plainly now that it is best you should be without me.

My love, whom I love so much more than I have ever dared to, say!--Good-bye! MARY." With a cry like that of a man in physical torture or despair, Angus rushed out of the house.
"Mary! Mary!" he cried to the tumbling stream and the moonlit sky.
"Mary!" He paused.

Just then the clock in the little church tower struck ten.
The village was asleep--and there was no sound of human life anywhere.
The faint, subtle scent of sweetbriar stole on the air as he stood in a trance of desperate uncertainty--and as the delicate odour floated by, a rush of tears came to his eyes.
"Mary!" he called again--"Mary!" Then all at once a fearful idea entered his brain that filled him as it were with a mad panic.