his carriage to Alresca’s flat. When I came out of the flat he was waiting. He spoke. I won’t tell you what he said, and I won’t tell you what I said. But I was very curt and very cruel.” Her voice trembled. “I got into my carriage. My God! how cruel I was! To-night he — my father — has told me that he tried to kill himself with my mother’s dagger, there on the pavement. I had driven him to suicide.”

She stopped. “Do you blame me?” she murmured.

“I do not blame you,” I said. “But he is dead, and death ends all things.”

“You are right,” she said. “And he loved me at the last. I know that. And he saved my life — you and he. He has atoned