She raised her dark eyes to his for a moment, and their tenderness was not of earth or of this world at all. Then she tore the envelope and its contents slowly into a hundred pieces, and dropped the fluttering papers into the stream pacing in its marble bed towards the Tajo and the oblivion of the sea. ‘There—I have destroyed the letter,’ she said, with a thoughtful little smile. Then, looking up, she met his eyes. ‘I did not want it. I am glad you gave it to me. It will make a difference to our lives. Though—I never wanted it.’ Then she came slowly towards him. * * * * * Printed by BALLANTYNE, HANSON & CO. Edinburgh & London