his head in the very dust at her
feet--and she raising it with her two arms--and her face was like an
angel's--"

* * * * *

The two men drove on in silence to Champ-au-Haut.

The priest was shown at once to Mrs. Champney's room. He had not seen
her for over a year and was prepared for a great change; but the actual
impression of her condition, as she lay motionless on the bed, was a
shock. His practised eye told him that the Inevitable was already on the
threshold, demanding entrance. He turned to the nurse with a look of
inquiry.

"The doctor will be here in a few minutes; I have telephoned for him,"
she said low in answer. She bent over the bed.

"Mrs. Champney, Father Honore is here; you wished to see him."

The eyes opened; there was still mental clarity in their outlook. Father
Honore stepped to the bed.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Mrs. Champney?" he asked gently.

"Yes."

Her articulation was indistinct but intelligible.

"In what way?"

She looked at him unwaveringly.

"Is--she going--to marry--him?"

Father Honore read her thought and wondered how best to answer. He was
of the opinion that she would remember Aileen in her will. The girl had
been for years so faithful and, in a way, Mrs. Champney cared for her.
Humanly speaking, he dreaded, by his answer, to endanger the prospect of
the assurance to Aileen of a sum that would place her beyond want and
the need to work for any one's support but her own in the future. But as
he could not know what answer might or might not affect Aileen's future,
he decided to speak the whole truth--let come what might.

"I sincerely hope so," he replied.

"Do--you know?" with a slight emphasis on the "know."

"I know they love each other--have loved each other for many years."

"If she does--she--won't get anything from me--you tell her--so."

"That will make no difference to Aileen, Mrs. Champney. Love outweighs
all else with her."

She continued to look at him unwaveringly.

"Love--fools--" she murmured.

But Father Honore caught the words, and the priest's manhood asserted
itself in the face of dissolution and this blasphemy.

"No--rather it is wisdom for them to love; it is ordained of God that
human beings should love; I wish them joy. May I not tell them that you,
too, wish them joy, Mrs. Champney? Aileen has been faithful to you, and
your nephew never wronged you personally. Will you not be reconciled to