MRS.

CRAVEN 1 Afterwards, lying in his easy chair before his fire, he was allowed a brief and beautiful respite.

It was almost as though he were already dead--as though, consciously, he might lie there, apart from the world, freed from the eternal pursuit, at last unharassed, and hold, with both hands, that glorious certainty--Margaret.
He had a picture of her now.

He was lying where he had tumbled, there on the floor with the silver trays and boxes, the odd tables, the gimcrack chairs all about him.

Slowly he had opened his eyes and had gazed, instantly, as though the gates of heaven had rolled back for him, into her face.