” By the last gleams of twilight I could see the glitter of her eyes, full of tears — of tears that would not fall.

“I have been very happy — very fortunate — very proud,” she went on.

'Too fortunate. Too happy for a little while. And now I am unhappy for — for life.”

“She stood up; her fair hair seemed to catch all the remaining light in a glimmer of gold. I rose, too.

“And of all this,” she went on mournfully, 'of all his promise, and of all his greatness, of his generous mind, of his noble heart, nothing remains — nothing but a memory. You and I — ”

“We shall always remember him,” I said hastily.