like diamonds on roses and verbenas, 
were all that remained of the past storm. 

She stood where he had left her, looking after him wistfully, 
with something that was almost a contraction of the . 

" Nineteen years have passed," she thought, " since they 
parted. Does the very memory of that time still  him 
like this ? " 

She remembered the story Lady Dynely had told her of 
how passionately he had loved that most worthless wife. 
Could any man wordnetdesire like that twice in a lifetime. The wine 
of life had been given to that dead actress the lees were 
left for her. 

" France ! " 

She was by his side in an instant ashamed of that unwor 
thy spasm of  of the dead. 

" Am I to take this day as emblematic of my life ? Have 
the rain and the darkness passed forever, and will the end be 
in brightness such as this? It has been a hard life some 
times, a bitter life often, a lonely life always, but the darkest 
record you know. The story of the woman I married and 
who was my ruin." 



240 THROUGH THE 3 UNSET. 

She glanced up with that new-born wordnetfear of hers into his 
overcast face in silence. 

" Let me tell you all to-day, and make an end