e task still unfulfilled. It was almost as if a voice--Guy's
voice--had called her, urging her to action.

The room was full of moonlight, and she could see every object in
it as clearly as if it had been day. The precious packet was under
her pillow with the key of the strong-box. She felt for and
grasped them both almost instinctively before she looked round, and
then, on the verge of raising herself, her newly awakened eyes
lighted upon something which sent all the blood in a wild rush to
her heart. A man's figure was kneeling motionless at the foot of
the bed.

She lay and gazed and gazed, hardly believing her senses, wondering
if the moonlight could have tricked her. He was so still, he might
have been a figure wrought in marble. His face was hidden on his
arms, but there was that in his attitude that sent a stab of wonder
through her. Was it--was it Guy kneeling there in an abandonment
of despair? Had he followed her like a wandering outcast now that
his master Kieff was gone? If so, but no--but no! Surely it was a
dream. Guy was far away. This was but the fantasy of her own
brain. Guy could never have come to her thus. And yet, was it not
Guy's voice that had called her from her sleep?

A great quiver went through her. What if Guy had died in the night
far away in Brennerstadt? What if this were his spirit come to
hold commune with hers. Was she not dearer to him than anyone else
in the world? Would he not surely seek her before he passed on?

Trembling, she raised herself at last and spoke his name. "Guy, is
that you? Dear Guy, speak to me!"

She saw an answering tremor pass through the kneeling figure, but
the face remained hidden. The moonlight lay upon the dark head,
and she thought she saw streaks of white upon it. It was Guy in
the flesh then. It could be none other. A yearning tenderness
thrilled through her. He had come back--in spite of all his
sinning he had come back. And again through the years there came
to her the picture of the boy she had known and loved--ah, how
dearly! in the days of his innocence. It was so vivid that for the
moment it swept all else aside. Oh, if he would but move and show
her once more the sparkling eager face of his youth! She longed
with a passionate intensity for one glimpse, however fleeting, of
that which once had filled her heart with rapture. And in her
longing she herself was swept back for a few blind seconds into the
happy realms o