to the empty space where Travers had
been.

"Oh! my dear, dear man!" she moaned. "My beloved!"

She had set the spark to the powder; by to-morrow the devastation would
be complete. That, she knew full well. And he--the man she loved above
all else in life--in order to escape must seek safety with those others!
All those others--men! men! men! Only she and Margaret, suffering and
alone, would stand in the ruins. But from those ruins! Her eyes shone as
with a vision of what must be.

"I wish I could tell you--all about it!" the weak, human need called to
the absent love. The whispered words brought comfort; even his memory was
a stronghold. It always would be, even when she was far away in her
In-Place, never to see him again.

How thankful she was that he did not know, really. He could not follow;
she would not be able to hurt him--after to-morrow. Her changed name
had saved her!

"Priscilla Glynn," she faltered, "hide her, hide her forever, hide poor
Priscilla Glenn."

Then her thoughts flew back to the recent past. She had found Margaret
alone in her own library.

"Now how did you know I wanted you more than any one else in the world?"
Margaret had said. "When did you get back? You baddest of the bad! Why
did you hide from me? Where were you?"

"In--Bermuda." How ghastly it sounded, but it caught Margaret's quick
thought.

"Sit down, you little ghost of bygone days of bliss. You'll have to play
again. Work is killing you. In Bermuda? What doing?"

"Wearing--my cap and apron, dear, dear----"

"Your cap and apron? I thought you burned them! I shall tell Travers, you
deceitful, money-getting little fraud! Well, who has taken it out of you
so? You are as white as ivory. Do you know the Traverses came in on the
_St. Cloud_ to-day?"

"Yes. Doctor Travers came to see me."

"Ha! ha! He doesn't seem to have cheered you much. I wager he's told you
what he thinks of you, tossing to the winds all the beautiful health and
spirits of the summer! When are you to be married? I must tell him to
bully you as--as my dear love is bullying me! Has Doctor Ledyard growled
at you? I can twist him easily! He is a darling, and just wears that face
and voice for fun in order to scare little redheaded nurses. Cilla, dear
heart, I'm going to be married in June! Dear, old-fashioned June, with
roses and good luck and--oh! the heaven seems opening and the glory is
pouring down! There, girlie! cuddle here! I'm going to tell you
ever