Was the old love forever dead, then?
And this new content at her heart--what did it mean?
She hardly cared to ask.

She could not have answered; she only knew she was happy, and that the past had lost power to give her pain.
It was late when they separated.

Good-byes were said, and tender-hearted little Agnes cried as she said good-bye to Doctor Frank.

The priest and the physician walked to the little village together, through the cold darkness of the starless winter night.
At the presbytery-gate they parted, Father Francis going in, Doctor Danton continuing his walk to the distant cottage of a poor sick patient.

The man was dying.