You will suffer, it will hurt, the lesson will be hard--to give up what has meant so much to you; but we will work it out together, you and I, my very dear.

Oh, say that we shall, that...." She suddenly grew silent.

A tremor ran through her, she became conscious of his presence near her, and turned, as though he were behind her.

There was nothing.

Yet she felt him near, and, as she did so, the soul-deep feeling with which she had spoken to the portrait fled.