"It may be that there is never a sunrise on this old city but it awakens some one to some new calamity," said Paul; "yet surely this is the heaviest stroke of all Good-bye, my darling!" "Good-bye, my husband!" "Yonder gray old fabric has looked on the scarred ruins of many a life, but never a funeral that has passed down its aisles was so sad as this parting. Good-bye, dearest wife, good-bye!" "Good-bye, Paul!" He struck his breast and drew his breath audibly, "I must go. The thing is not to be thought of and endured!" "Good-bye, Paul!" Her face was buried in his breast, to hide it from his eyes. "They say that the day a dear friend is lost to us is purer and calmer in remembrance than the day before. May it be so with us!" "Hush! You will soon be back to take me away." And Greta nestled closer to his breast. "If not--if not"--his hot breathing beat fast on her drooping head--"if not, then--as the world is dead to both without the other's love--remain here--in this house--forever. Good-bye! Good-bye!" He disengaged her clinging arms. He pressed her cold brow with his quivering lips. Her fears conquered her brave heart at last. A mist was fast hiding her from him. "Good-bye! good-bye!" A moment's silence, a breaking sigh, a rising sob, a last lingering touch of the inlaced fingers, and then the door closed behind him. She was alone in the empty hall; her lips were cold; her eyes were shut. The rosy hues of morning were floating in the air, now rich and sweet and balmy and restful, with the full, pure, holy harmonies of the choir. CHAPTER X. It was merely a momentary vexation which Hugh Ritson felt when the course that Paul had taken falsified his prescience. "No matter," he said, "it is only a question of a day, more or less. The thing must be done." Drayton made no attempt to conceal his relief when the door closed and the fly drove off. "I ain't sorry the fence is gone, and that's flat!" "Only, being gone, you will have a bigger risk to run now, my friend," said Hugh Ritson, with undisguised contempt. Drayton looked up with a glance half of fear, half of suspicion. "You ain't gone and rounded on a fellow, after all? You ain't told him as I'm here?" "Don't be a fool! Get off to bed. Wait, you must put me up for the night. You'll take care of yourself if you're wise. The police will be here in the morning; take my word for that." "Here? In the morning? No!" "When they asked for his address, he gave them the name of this house. They'll not forget it. Men of that sort don't forget." "I'll pound if they don't." "They have memories for other things besides addresses. Consider if they have any other reason to remember the landlord of your house." "No criss-crossing! you don't do me the same as the old woman." "No matter. You know best. Take care of yourself, Mr. Drayton."