“Yes”--Morgan turned to Margaret--“doubtless there is a satisfaction sometimes in placing the width of a continent between a man and what he has done. I've thought that one of the most popular verses in the Psalter, on the border, must be the one that says--you will know if I quote it right 'Look how wide also the East is from the West; so far hath He set our sins from us.'” “That is dreadful,” exclaimed Margaret. “To think of you spending your time in the service picking out passages to fit other people!” “It sounds as if you had manufactured it,” was Henderson's comment. “No; that quiet Mr. Lyon pointed it out to me when we were talking about Montana. He had been there.” “By-the-way, Mr. Henderson,” my wife asked, “do you know what has become of Mr. Lyon?” “I believe he is about to go home.” “I fancied Miss Eschelle might have something to say about that,” Morgan remarked. “Perhaps, if she were asked. But Mr. Lyon appeared rather indifferent to American attractions.” Margaret looked quickly at Henderson as he said this, and then ventured, a little slyly, “She seemed to appreciate his goodness.” “Yes; Miss Eschelle has an eye for goodness.” This was said without change of countenance, but it convinced the listener that Carmen was understood. “And yet,” said Margaret, with a little air of temerity, “you seem to be very good friends.” “Oh, she is very charitable; she sees, I suppose, what is good in me; and I'll spare you the trouble of remarking that she must necessarily be very sharp-sighted.” “And I'm not going to destroy your illusion by telling you her real opinion of you,” Margaret retorted. Henderson begged to know what it was, but Margaret evaded the question by new raillery. What did she care at the moment what Carmen thought of Henderson? What--did either of them care what they were saying, so long as there was some personal flavor in the talk! Was it not enough to talk to each other, to see each other?