She heard him cross the room, his steps in the veranda. Outside, in the summer dark, a figure came to meet him. French drew Roger's arm into his, and the two walked away. The shadows of the wooded lane received them. A woman came quickly into the room. Elsie French looked down upon the sobbing Daphne, her own eyes full of tears, her hands clasped. "Oh, you poor thing!" she said, under her breath. "You poor thing!" And she knelt down beside her and folded her arms round her. So from the same heart that had felt a passionate pity for the victim, compassion flowed out on the transgressor. For where others feel the tragedy of suffering, the pure in heart realize with an infinitely sharper pain the tragedy of guilt. THE END * * * * * BY THE SAME AUTHOR Amiel's Journal (translated) Miss Bretherton Robert Elsmere The History of David Grieve Marcella Sir George Tressady Helbeck of Bannisdale Eleanor Lady Rose's Daughter The Marriage of William Ashe Agatha Fenwick's Career Milly and Olly The Testing of Diana Mallory