l.

"He said that he loved her because she was herself, and, most of all,
because she was his. 'Then,' she asked, timidly, 'when I am old and
all the beauty has gone, you will love me still? It will be the same,
even when I am no longer lovely?'

"He answered her as any man would, never dreaming how soon he was to be
tested.

"In the laboratory, they were quite alone. He began the experiment,
explaining as he went, and she watched it as eagerly as he. He turned
away for a moment, to get another chemical. As he leaned over the
retort to put it in, he heard it seethe. With all her strength, she
pushed him away instantly. There was an explosion which shook the
walls of the laboratory, a quantity of deadly gas was released, and, in
the fumes, they both fainted.

"When he came to his senses, he learned that she had been terribly
burned, and had been taken on the train to the hospital. He was the
one physician in the place and it was the only thing to be done.

"As soon as he could, he went to the hospital. They told him there
that her life would be saved and they hoped for her eyesight, but that
she would be permanently and horribly disfigured. All of her features
were destroyed, they said--she would be only a pitiful wreck of a
woman."

Thorpe was silent. His blue eyes were dim with pity. Dexter rose and
stood in front of him. "Do you understand?" he asked, in a voice that
was almost unrecognisable. "His face was close to the retort when she
pushed him away. She saved his life and he went away--he never saw her
again. He left her without so much as a word."

"He went away?" asked the minister, incredulously. "Went away and left
her when she had so much to bear? Deserted her when she needed him to
help her bear it, and when she had saved him from death, or worse?"

"You would not believe it possible?" queried Dexter, endeavouring to
make his voice even.

"Of a cur, yes," said the minister, his voice trembling with
indignation, "but of a man, no."

Anthony Dexter shrank back within himself. He was breathing heavily,
but his companion did not notice.

"It was long ago," the Doctor continued, when he had partially regained
his composure. He dared not tell Thorpe that the man had married in
the meantime, lest he should guess too much. "The woman still lives,
and my--friend lives also. He has never felt right about it. What
should he do?"

"The honour of the spoken word still holds him," sai