Were he, by some unforeseen chance, to recognize me, my plans would all be spoiled.

I took my hat and left the house.

As I crossed the upper terrace, I saw a small round object lying in the grass--it was Stella's ball that she used to throw for Wyvis to catch and bring to her.

I picked up the poor plaything tenderly and put it in my pocket--and glancing up once more at the darkened nursery windows, I waved a kiss of farewell to my little one lying there in her last sleep.

Then fiercely controlling all the weaker and softer emotions that threatened to overwhelm me, I hurried away.