She took off her glove, wiped a finger across each eyelash, and sat still.
"Have you read your little note, Mr.Halifax ?" No answer.
"I will take your message back.

She told me what she had said to you." Ay, all the world might have read those simple lines: "MY DEAR FRIEND, "I did not know till yesterday that you had been ill.

I have not forgotten how kind you were to my poor father.

I should like to come and see you if you would allow me.
"Yours sincerely, "URSULA MARCH." This was all the note.

I saw it, more than thirty years afterwards, yellow and faded, in the corner of his pocket-book.
"Well, what shall I say to my child ?" "Say"-- he half rose, struggling to speak--"ask her to come." He turned his head towards the window, and the sunshine glittered on two great drops, large as a child's tear.
Mrs.Jessop went away.