study we had taken together, where still his books look down at me from the shelves, and all the memorials of his young life remain. O _can_ it have been but 'a phantom of false morning'? A Milton snatched up at the last moment was the one book he took with him. From that night until this he has made but one sign--a little note which Hesper has shown me, a sob and a cry to which even a love that had been more deeply wronged could never have turned a deaf ear. Surely not Hesper, for she has long forgiven him, knowing his weakness for what it was. She and I sometimes sit here together in the evenings and talk of him; and every echo in the corridor sets us listening, for he may be at the other side of the world, or but the other side of the street--we know so little of his fate. Where he is we know not; but if he still lives, _what_ he is we have the assurance of faith. This time he has not failed, we know. But why delay so long? _November_ 1889--_May_ 1890. _November_ 1894. THE END End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Book-Bills of Narcissus by Le Gallienne, Richard