Mary, looking into his eyes with the face of one who pleads for mercy, whispered, "He's right," then buried her face in his bosom and wept like a babe. "I felt it six months ago," she said later, sitting on her husband's knee and holding his folded hands tightly in hers. "Why didn't you say so?" asked John. "I was too selfish," was her reply. When, on the second day afterward, they entered the Doctor's office Richling was bright with that new hope which always rises up beside a new experiment, and Mary looked well and happy. The Doctor wrote them a letter of introduction to the steam-boat agent. "You're taking a very sensible course," he said, smoothing the blotting-paper heavily over the letter. "Of course, you think it's hard. It is hard. But distance needn't separate you." "It can't," said Richling. "Time," continued the Doctor,--"maybe a few months,--will bring you together again, prepared for a long life of secure union; and then, when you look back upon this, you'll be proud of your courage and good sense. And you'll be"-- He enclosed the note, directed the envelope, and, pausing with it still in his hand, turned toward the pair. They rose up. His rare, sick-room smile hovered about his mouth, and he said:-- "You'll be all the happier--all three of you." The husband smiled. Mary colored down to the throat and looked up on the wall, where Harvey was explaining to his king the circulation of the blood. There was quite a pause, neither side caring to utter the first adieu. "If a physician could call any hour his own," presently said the Doctor, "I should say I would come down to the boat and see you off. But I might fail in that. Good-by!" "Good-by, Doctor!"--a little tremor in the voice,--"take care of John." The tall man looked down into the upturned blue eyes. "Good-by!" He stooped toward her forehead, but she lifted her lips and he kissed them. So they parted. The farewell with Mrs. Riley was mainly characterized by a generous and sincere exchange of compliments and promises of remembrance. Some tears rose up; a few ran over. At the steam-boat wharf there were only the pair themselves to cling one moment to each other and then wave that mute farewell that looks through watery eyes and sticks in the choking throat. Who ever knows what good-by means? * * * "Doctor," said Richling, when he came to accept those terms in the Doctor's proposition which applied more exclusively to himself,--"no, Doctor, not that way, please." He put aside the money proffered him. "This is what I want to do: I will come to your house every morning and get enough to eat to sustain me through the day, and will continue to do so till I find work." "Very well," said the Doctor. The arrangement went into effect. They never met at dinner; but almost every morning the Doctor, going into the breakfast-room, met Richling just risen from his earlier and hastier meal. "Well? Anything yet?" "Nothing yet."