She left him gazing far off into the night, filled with his message, dull to memory on the very scene that evoked in her own heart so much from the old days.

And as she went she laughed inwardly at a certain consternation the woman of her could not wholly put down; for she had blindly hurled herself against a wall--the wall of his message.

But it was funny, and the message chained her interest.

She could, she thought, strengthen his resolution to give it out--help him in a thousand ways.
As she fell asleep the thought of him hovered and drifted on her heart softly, as darkness rests on tired eyes..