Suddenly he stopped, and an expression of frantic despair came over his face as he laid down the violin and buried his head in his hands.

I could bear it no longer.

"Constance," I said, "come back to bed.

We can do nothing," So we turned and crept away silently as we had come.

Only as we crossed the landing Constance stopped, and looked back for a minute with a heart-broken yearning at the man she loved.