"I found the door open, went to the foot of that stairway; then I stopped.
I remembered something; I turned, and was going away when you opened the door." "You remembered what ?" Her strained attitude did not relax, nor, to his utmost scrutiny, was the complete astonishment of her distended gaze altered one whit, but a hint of her accustomed high color was again upon her cheek and her lip trembled a little, like that of a child about to weep.

The flicker of hope in his breast increased prodigiously, and the rush of it took the breath from his throat and choked him.

Good God! was she going to believe him?
"I remembered--you!" "What ?" she said, wonderingly.
Art returned with a splendid bound, full-pinioned, his beautiful and treacherous Familiar who had deserted him at the crucial instant; but she made up for it now, folding him in protective wings and breathing through his spirit.

In rapid and vehement whispers he poured out the words upon the girl in the doorway.
"I have a friend, and I would lay down my life to make him what he could be.

He has always thrown everything away, his life, his talents, all his money and all of mine, for the sake of--throwing them away! Some other must tell you about that room; but it has ruined my friend.