The knock was repeated, and she heard some one laughing softly on the outside.
The morning came at last; that dreadful night was over.

But Una! Where was Una?
Alice never saw her more.

On the head of her empty bed were traced in chalk the words--Ultor De Lacy, Ultor O'Donnell.

And Alice found beneath her own pillow the little purse of embroidery she had seen in Una's hand.

It was her little parting token, and bore the simple legend--"Una's love!" De Lacy's rage and horror were boundless.