I turned back to the table, and dropping the letter on it, I laid my
head down upon my arms and wept bitterly. He who wrote it had done with
the world and the world's things for ever. Words such as these were not
of earth. They had come from the other side of the world-storm and the
life's fever. And he was nearly there.
I wondered how much Flora understood. Did she guess anything of that
unwhispered secret which he promised to tell her in the courts of
Heaven? Had she ever given to Duncan Keith what he had given her?