past year, and make them see and know, as far as possible, what his life had been. He held this thought a moment, poised ready for utterance — a moment of hesitation as to how to begin, and then forever lost, as his mother began speaking.

“Laura hasn’t come out yet. As events have turned, it is just as well, for her chances, naturally, will be much better now than they would have been if we had had her coming out last year.”

“I don’t see how, mamma, with all this heavy black. I can’t come out until I leave it off, and it will be so long to wait.” Laura pouted a little, discontentedly, then flushed a disfiguring flush of shame under her dark skin, as she caught the look in her brother’s eyes. “Not but what I shall keep on mourning for Bob, as long as I live —