It may be they will not hear of it until a letter written to him in the care of his regiment and his company comes back unopened, with one word in sinister red letters on it--Gefallen! At this hotel, yesterday, I saw a lady dressed in heavy black.

She had the saddest, bravest face I ever looked into, I think.

She sat in the restaurant with two other ladies, who were also in black.

The octogenarian censor of telegrams passed them on the way out.

To her two companions he bowed deeply, but at her side he halted and, bending very low, he kissed her hand, and then went away without a word.
The head waiter, who knows all the gossip of the house and of half the town besides, told us about her.