"It is Artemidorus." We stood, hand in hand, facing the mummy, letting our memories fill in the vague silhouette with its well-remembered details.

Presently I drew her nearer to me and whispered: "Ruth! do you remember when we last stood here ?" "As if I could ever forget!" she answered passionately.

"Oh, Paul! The sorrow of it! The misery! How it wrung my heart to tell you! Were you _very_ unhappy when I left you ?" "Unhappy! I never knew, until then, what real, heart-breaking sorrow was.

It seemed as if the light had gone out of my life for ever.

But there was just one little spot of brightness left." "What was that ?" "You made me a promise, dear--a solemn promise; and I felt--at least I hoped--that the day would come, if I only waited patiently, when you would be able to redeem it." She crept closer to me and yet closer, until her head nestled on my shoulder and her soft cheek lay against mine.
"Dear heart," I whispered, "is it now?
Is the time fulfilled ?" "Yes, dearest," she murmured softly.