My surprise must have been more evident than I supposed or intended, for before I went away she told me the whole story.

By that time she had heard from Ceylon, a delicious letter with a pen-and-ink sketch at the top.

I have it still; it infallibly brought the man back to me.

But it was all over; she assured me with shining eyes that it was.

The reason of her plainly boundless thankfulness that Armour had run away from the School of Art did not come to the surface until I was just going.