Most of her time she spent at home, sitting all by herself in the remotest chamber of the house, half of whose wall was by this time overgrown by the asclepia which Szilard had given her ages ago--or so it seemed to her.

This was the only one of her acquaintances which had not forsaken her, and luckily for her it was tenacious of life, for if that too had perished, with whom could poor Henrietta have held converse?
So there was at least one creature in the world to whom this possessor of millions could still confide her reminiscences and her sorrows.

Poor rich lady, all the poorer because of her great wealth! Poor plutocrat! THE END [Transcriber's Note: Most obvious typographical errors have been corrected.

Foreign words may appear at some points in the text with accents and at other points without, and proper names may be spelled differently in different parts of the text.

These inconsistencies have been preserved from the original publication.].