“And I came here,” she went on, courageously, “because, in a house where Love—­had lived, I thought there might be some—­for—­”

Her voice trailed off into an indistinct murmur.  “Rose,” cried Allison, “couldn’t you give me just what I had before?  Couldn’t we go back, and never mind the other man?”

“There’s never any going back,” she answered, in a whisper.  Her heart was beating wildly because he was so near.  “And did I say—­are you sure I said—­another man?”

“Rose!  Rose!  Look at me!  Tell me, for God’s sake, who he was—­or is.  I can’t bear it!”

She turned toward him.  “Look,” she said, softly.  “Look in my face and see.”

For a tense instant he hesitated.  Then, with a little cry of joy, he clasped her close forever, having seen his own face mirrored in her happy eyes.

THE END