k him home with
her. Poor fellow, he was sorry to part with me--though I was a
stranger to him when his memory first came back. He clung to me in
those first hard days when he was trying to realise that Dick's death
was not the thing of yesterday that it seemed to him. It was all very
hard for him. I helped him all I could. When his sister came it was
easier for him, because it seemed to him only the other day that he had
seen her last. Fortunately she had not changed much, and that helped
him, too."

"It is all so strange and wonderful, Leslie. I think we none of us
realise it yet."

"I cannot. When I went into the house over there an hour ago, I felt
that it MUST be a dream--that Dick must be there, with his childish
smile, as he had been for so long. Anne, I seem stunned yet. I'm not
glad or sorry--or ANYTHING. I feel as if something had been torn
suddenly out of my life and left a terrible hole. I feel as if I
couldn't be _I_--as if I must have changed into somebody else and
couldn't get used to it. It gives me a horrible lonely, dazed,
helpless feeling. It's good to see you again--it seems as if you were
a sort of anchor for my drifting soul. Oh, Anne, I dread it all--the
gossip and wonderment and questioning. When I think of that, I wish
that I need not have come home at all. Dr. Dave was at the station
when I came off the train--he brought me home. Poor old man, he feels
very badly because he told me years ago that nothing could be done for
Dick. 'I honestly thought so, Leslie,' he said to me today. 'But I
should have told you not to depend on my opinion--I should have told
you to go to a specialist. If I had, you would have been saved many
bitter years, and poor George Moore many wasted ones. I blame myself
very much, Leslie.' I told him not to do that--he had done what he
thought right. He has always been so kind to me--I couldn't bear to
see him worrying over it."

"And Dick--George, I mean? Is his memory fully restored?"

"Practically. Of course, there are a great many details he can't
recall yet--but he remembers more and more every day. He went out for
a walk on the evening after Dick was buried. He had Dick's money and
watch on him; he meant to bring them home to me, along with my letter.
He admits he went to a place where the sailors resorted--and he
remembers drinking--and nothing else. Anne, I shall never forget the
moment he remembered his own name. I saw him looking a