always been, for your sake. Go to him,
Master Farwell--go alone. I will come by and by; not now. Pay him for all
he has done for you--all these lonely years!"

Farwell no longer struggled. He took Priscilla's hands in a long, close
clasp.

"What a woman you have become, Priscilla Glenn! Thank you."

Without a word more they parted: Farwell to go to the reckoning;
Priscilla to walk in the mist for a bit longer.

All that occurred in Boswell's library Priscilla was never to know.

There had been a moment of shock when Boswell, raising his eyes to greet
Priscilla, saw Farwell Maxwell standing in the doorway.

"You have come!" Boswell gasped, with every sacred thing at stake.

"I--have come."

"For--what--Max?"

"To--to thank you, if I can. To--to tell you
my story."

* * * * *

In the outer room Toky artistically held the dinner back. The honourable
master and his strange but equally honourable friend must not be
disturbed. Something was happening; but after a time Boswell laughed as
Toky had never heard him laugh; so it was well, and the dinner could bide
its time.

Then Priscilla came, wet and white-faced, but with the "shine-look" in
her eyes that Toky, despite his prejudices and profession, had noted and
respected.

"We will have the dinner now, Mees?" as if Toky ever considered her to
that extent!

"I will--see Mr. Boswell."

"He has--honourable friend."

"My friend, Toky. The honourable friend is mine, also! And, oh! the
flowers, Toky! There are no roses like the June roses. How wonderfully
you have arranged them! A rose should never be crowded."

Toky grinned helplessly.

"Tree hours I take to make--look beautifully. One hour for each--rosy.
That why it look beautifully."

"Yes, that is why it looks--beautifully. Three hours and--you, Toky!"

Boswell and Farwell were sitting in front of the grate, upon which the
wood lay ready to light. Their faces were pale and haggard, but their
eyes turned to Priscilla without shame or doubt.

"There is much--to talk about," said Boswell with his ready friendliness;
"Max--your Farwell and mine--has told me----"

"After dinner, dear friends. I am hungry, bitterly hungry and--cold!"

"Cold?"

"Yes; see, I am going to set the wood to burning. By the time we come
back the room will be ready for us."

"To be sure!" Boswell sidled from his deep chair, the pinched look on his
face relaxing.

"A fire, to be sure. Now, Max