He had built so much on making a wonderful career in the great New World and returning home some day to Ireland with the means of relieving some of her misery and with his wife guarded, as she should be, from the possibility of want.

And here was he going back to Ireland as poor as he left it--though richer immeasurably in the love of Angela.

She was sitting perfectly still, her eyes on the floor, when he entered the room.

He came in so softly that she did not hear him.

He lifted her head and looked into her eyes.