"You will Give him our kindest remembrances, Miss Sinclair," said Bernard, earnestly. "If I can I will--that is, if he speaks of you." The train began to move off, and there was no time to talk any more. "Good-bye--good-bye, dear," cried the travellers, and then--Alice Sinclair was left alone upon the platform. *CHAPTER XXVI.* *TWO MONTHS LATER.* Time and the hour run through the longest day. SHAKESPEARE. Mrs. Cameron was a miserable woman. Poor, unhappy, and remorseful, she sat alone in her solitary house--even her one maidservant had left her--thinking dismally of her sad past, mournful present, and hopeless future. On her lap was her son’s letter of two months before, the only one he had sent her since he left home to go in search of Doris, and she thought that it would probably be the last one she would ever receive from him. "I know all that you have done," he wrote, "to destroy my happiness and that of my beloved Doris, and the means by which you sought to separate us for ever in this world, and I write to inform you that your schemes and machinations have failed; for we are engaged to be married, and, there being no longer any obstacle to prevent it, the marriage will take place on the 20th of this month. "That, I think, is all I need say now, or at any time, to one who has done her utmost to alienate me for life from the one I loved. "I remain, Mother, "Your much-wronged Son, "BERNARD CAMERON." "A nice letter for a mother to receive!" grumbled the widow. "Yet I know that I deserve it," she added mentally. "I’ve been too hard--too hard on him, and too hard on other people. If I hadn’t been so quarrelsome with my husband, he would not have left most of his money to Bernard, and that wretch John Anderson would not have had the chance of stealing it all. And if I hadn’t been so hard on Bernard and on Doris Anderson, I should have retained my boy’s love, which would have been better than nothing." She sniffed and passed the back of her bony hand across her tearless eyes. "Yes, it would have been better than nothing, and I might have come in for a bit of his money now he is richer; but, as it is, I’ve got nothing, neither money, nor love, nor anything at all!"