"Oh," I interrupted, "I don't care to live any longer! Now that I have met you once more, and that you have forgiven me and think well of me in spite of everything, I am ready to die. There has never been anybody but you in the world for _me_--never a ghost of a woman, never even a friend since my mother died and yours. Between that time and the night I first saw you at Lady Cray's concert, I can scarcely be said to have lived at all. I fed on scraps of remembrance. You see I have no talent for making new friends, but oh, such a genius for fidelity to old ones! I was waiting for Mimsey to come back again, I suppose, the one survivor to me of that sweet time, and when she came at last I was too stupid to recognize her. She suddenly blazed and dazzled into my poor life like a meteor, and filled it with a maddening love and pain. I don't know which of the two has been the sweetest; both have been my life. You cannot realize what it has been. Trust me, I have lived my fill. I am ready and willing to die. It is the only perfect consummation I can think of. Nothing can ever equal this moment--nothing on earth or in heaven. And if I were free to-morrow, life would not be worth having without _you_. I would not take it as a gift." She sat down by me on the grass with her hands clasped across her knees, close to the unconscious shadows of our kith and kin, within hearing of their happy talk and laughter. Suddenly we both heard Mimsey say to Gogo-- "O, ils sont joliment bien ensemble, le Prince Charmant et la fee Tarapatapoum!" We looked at each other and actually laughed aloud. The duchess said-- "Was there ever, since the world began, such a _muse en scene_, and for such a meeting, Mr. Ibbetson? Think of it! Conceive it! _I_ arranged it all. I chose a day when they were all together. As they would say in America, _I_ am the boss of this particular dream." And she laughed again, through her tears, that enchanting ripple of a laugh that closed her eyes and made her so irresistible. "Was there ever," said I--"ever since the world began, such ecstasy as I feel now? After this what can there be for me but death--well earned and well paid for? Welcome and lovely death!" [Illustration] "You have not yet thought, Mr. Ibbetson--you have not realized what life may have in store for you if--if all you have said about your affection for me is true. Oh, it is too terrible for me to think of, I know, that you, scarcely more than a boy, should have to spend the rest of your life in miserable confinement and unprofitable monotonous toil. But there is _another_ side to that picture. "Now listen to your old friend's story--poor little Mimsey's confession. I will make it as short as I can. "Do you remember when you first saw me, a sickly, plain, sad little girl, at the avenue gate, twenty years ago?