"I always see her as she lay there with all the sorrow gone from her.

She looked so beautiful and kind." He rose and took the letter from where he had placed it on the mantelpiece.

He stooped and held it out above the fire and a little flame leaped up and seemed to take it from his hand.
They neither spoke during the short walk between the two hotels.

But at the door she turned and held out her hands to him.
"Thank you," she said, "for being so kind--and wise.

I shall always love and honour her." He kissed her, promising to take care of himself.
She ran against Phillips, the next day, at one of the big stores where she was shopping.