That night Fredrika dreamed that someone had parted her from Franz, and
when she woke, her pillow was wet with tears.

It was not until the next afternoon that he realised that he must tell
her. After long puzzling over the problem, he went to Doctor
Brinkerhoff's.

The Doctor was out, and did not return until almost sunset. When he
came, the Master was sitting in the same uncomfortable chair that, with
monumental patience, he had occupied for hours.

"Mine friend," said the Master, with solemn joy, "look in mine face and
tell me what you see."

"What I see!" repeated the Doctor, mystified; "why, nothing but the same
blundering old fellow that I have always seen."

The Master laughed happily. "So? And this blundering old fellow; has
nothing come to him?"

"I can't imagine," said the Doctor, shaking his head. "I may be dense,
but I fear you will have to tell me."

"So? Then listen! Long since, perhaps, you have known of mine sorrow. Of
it I have never said much, because mine old heart was sore, and because
mine friend could understand without words."

"Yes," replied the Doctor, eagerly, "I knew that the one you loved was
taken away from you while you were both very young."

"Yes. Well, look in mine face once more and tell me what you see."

"You--you haven't found her!" gasped the Doctor, quite beside himself
with surprise.

"Precisely," the Master assured him, with his face beaming.

The Doctor wrung his hand. "Franz, my old friend," he cried, "words
cannot tell you how glad I am! Where--who is she?"

"Mine friend," returned the Master, "it is you who are one blundering
old fellow. After taking to yourself the errand of telling her that I
loved her still, you did not see fit to come back to me with the news
that she also cared. Thereby much time has been wrongly spent."

The Doctor grew hot and cold by turns. "You don't mean--" he cried.
"Not--not Mrs. Irving!"

"Who else?" asked the Master, serenely. "In all the world is she not the
most lovely lady? Who that has seen her does not love her, and why not
I?"

Doctor Brinkerhoff sank into a chair, very much excited.

"It is one astonishment also to me," the Master went on. "I cannot
believe that the dear God has been so good, and I must always be
pinching mineself to be sure that I do not sleep. It is most wonderful."

"It is, indeed," the Doctor returned.

"But see how it has happened. Only now can I understand. In the
beginning, mine heart is ve