Other voices and other hands had guided and directed her.

Her kindly, grateful messages only stung and tortured him.

They seemed to him the merest friendly commonplace.

In reality her life had passed out of his ken; her nature had flowered into a new perfection, and he had not been there to see or to help.

She would never connect him with the incidents or the influences which had transformed existence to her, and would probably irrevocably change the whole outline of her future.