Yours truly," "Edwin Uniacke" A strange "love-letter" certainly, yet not an ill one, and one which it was better to have received than not.

Better than any uncomfortable mystery to have had this clearing up of the doings and intentions of that strange, brilliant, erratic spirit which had flashed across the quiet atmosphere of Saint Bede's and then vanished away in darkness-- darkness not hopelessly dark.

No one could believe so--at least no good Christian soul could, after reading that letter.
The husband and wife sat silent for a little, and then Dr.Grey said, "I always thought he was not altogether bad--there was some good in him, and he may be the better, poor fellow, all his life for having once had a month's acquaintance with Christian Oakley." Christian pressed her husband's hand gratefully.

That little word or two carried in it a world of healing.

But she was not able to say much; her heart was too full.
"And now what is to be done ?" said Dr.Grey, meditatively.