far more than others can punish
him, and I knew that my poor boy was suffering terribly. That made me
think of tragedies with razors and things, till I could not lie down
another minute, but had to get out of bed to peep and see that he was
safe. Very softly I tip-toed to the curtain which hangs between the
rooms, and put my eyes to the edge.

"Do you know, Honey darling, the poor fellow had no bed at all! His
servant had not been given any order, and my dear, precious husband was
sitting in the cold, before a dead fire, looking the picture of
desolation and grief. It made me cry like anything to see his head bowed
upon his arms, his whole attitude so dejected! and by the heaving of his
shoulders, I knew he was crying. Think of it!--crying because of what he
had done! and for my cruelty and unforgivingness! It is dreadful to see
a strong man all broken up and humiliated for the sake of his wife. Oh,
Honey! I could bear it no longer, and fairly ran to him.

"Of course you can imagine the rest. It is too sacred to relate, and I
thrill all over at the memory of it. How we clung together--mingling our
tears! Oh, what a blessed thing is love!

"There is no more to tell, except that we are enjoying a second
honeymoon, far more wonderful than the first. And you may be quite,
quite sure that I shall never leave my beloved husband again, unless I
am forced. He and I shall go home every three years to Baby who is well
cared for by his grannie. Of course I miss him dreadfully!--but then,
there's Ray!--a big baby in his way, and one can't cut one's self in
two, can one? so, all things considered, I feel I must just hold on out
here for his sake till we can go home together. It is wonderful how
different India now seems to me! I verily believe I hated it before,
because I was blind or asleep. Love makes Paradise of any place!

"I have told Ray all about that time in the ruins, and we both agree
that I was a little silly to let my dread of his view of it keep me
silent. My folly nearly spoiled both our lives. I should have trusted my
husband more. Anyhow, I am wiser now."

Honor sat long over this very human document, moved to laughter and
tears. So Joyce had pardoned her sinner and had come into her reward!
Another sinner, far more culpable would also find happiness through
forgiveness, and her husband come into his reward, some day! It was
Life, with its eternal give and take, and its exchange which was seldom
just. Yet, in pr