She advanced to meet him, holding out her hand.

'What can I say more than thank you ?' she murmured in a low voice.
"The others moved away, leaving them alone.

'They tell me you risked your life to save his ?' she said.
"'Yes,' he answered.
"She raised her eyes to his, then struck him across the face with her ungloved hand.
"'You damned fool!' she whispered.
"He seized her by her white arms, and forced her back behind the orange trees.

'Do you know why ?' he said, speaking slowly and distinctly; 'because I feared that, with him dead, you would want me to marry you, and that, talked about as we have been, I might find it awkward to avoid doing so; because I feared that, without him to stand between us, you might prove an annoyance to me--perhaps come between me and the woman I love, the woman I am going back to.

Now do you understand ?' "'Yes,' whispered the woman, and he left her.
"But there are only two people," concluded Jephson, "who do not regard his saving of the husband's life as a highly noble and unselfish action, and they are the man himself and the woman." We thanked Jephson for his story, and promised to profit by the moral, when discovered.