Gladly would I have given them to her outright, and willingly would I have lived in darkness could I have given light to her.

She gave light to me--the light of truth, of purity, and of exalted motive.

There had been no words spoken by Madge nor me to any one concerning the strange and holy chain that was welding itself about us, save the partial confession which she had whispered to Dorothy.

But notwithstanding our silence, our friends in the Hall understood that Madge and I were very dear to each other.

I, of course, saw a great deal of her; but it was the evening hour at the west window to which I longingly looked forward all the day.