As he drove from the landing he looked back and saw Mrs. Percy and Clarice standing in a part of the boat which could be seen distinctly from the top of the Ralston House, where a white flag was floating. Tying her handkerchief to her umbrella, Clarice returned the signal which Paul had fastened to the railing, and then sat down on the floor beside it, waiting for some sign that it was recognized. He had often waved a good-bye to friends when they were leaving, and he remembered that once, when he was a boy, and Clarice was going away and Jack was staying a few days longer with him, they had dragged their sheets from their beds and shaken them in the wind, while Clarice stood upon a chair and kissed her hand to them. Now Jack was dead and he was accused of killing him, and Clarice was going from him forever. He felt that this was so. Clarice was lost. Her love for him was dead or dying, and from that moment his own began to die. When the boat disappeared and he could no longer see the two black figures, the sight of which had made Jack’s death so real, he took down his white flag, and, covering his face with his hands, said sadly: “It’s over between us. The bitterness of death is passed. God pity me, and give me courage to do what I must do. I have lost Clarice. I know it now, and perhaps it is better so. She could not bear the disgrace.” There was a step near him and a hand was laid upon his arm. It was Elithe, who had been sent by Mrs. Ralston to tell him there were callers in the drawing-room and he was to stay where he was. At sight of him she forgot her errand and tried to comfort him as she would have comforted her brother. “Don’t feel so badly,” she said. “You will see her again and be happy.” “Never,” he answered. “It is all over between us. I don’t know that I blame her. She believes I killed her brother. How can she forgive that?” He was silent a moment; then he continued: “I have made up my mind and nothing can change it. I shall go back to prison and take my chance. I do not believe it will be hanging. I’ve thought it all out, and I can stand prison life better than this dodging and hiding from the world, as I should have to do no matter where I might be. Neither Europe nor Canada, supposing I could get there, would free me from myself. I shall go back.”