"--You are so wonderful! Your messenger, with the _ten_ thousand dollars which you say you already have recovered from those miscreants who robbed Ricca, came aboard our ship before we landed. It was a godsend; we were nearly penniless,--and oh, _so_ shabby! "Instantly, my friend, we shopped, Ricca and I. Fifth Avenue enchanted us. All misery was forgotten in the magic of that paradise for women. "Yet, spendthrifts that we naturally are, we were not silly enough to be extravagant. Ricca was wild for American sport-clothes. I, also. Yet--only _two_ gowns apiece, excepting our sport clothes. And other necessaries. Don't you think we were economical?" "Furthermore, dear Captain Darragh, we are hastening to follow your instructions. We are leaving to-day for your chateau in the wonderful forest, of which you told us that never-to-be-forgotten day in Riga. "Your agent is politeness, consideration and kindness itself. We have our accommodations. We leave New York at midnight. "Ricca is so excited that it is difficult for her to restrain her happiness. God knows the child has seen enough unhappiness to quench the gaiety of anybody! "Well, all things end. Even tears. Even the Red Terror shall pass from our beloved Russia. For, after all, Monsieur, God still lives. "VALENTINE." "P. S. Ricca has written to you. I have read the letter. I have let it go uncensored." Darragh went to the door of his room: "Ralph! Ralph!" he called. And, when Wier hurriedly appeared: "What time does the midnight train from New York get into Five Lakes?" "A little before nine----" "You can make it in the flivver, can't you?" "Yes, if I start _now_." "All right. Two ladies. You're to bring them to the _house_, not _here_. Mrs. Ray knows about them. And--get back here as soon as you can." He closed his door again, sat down on the bed and opened the other letter. His hand shook as he unfolded it. He was so scared and excited that he could scarcely decipher the angular, girlish penmanship: "To dear Captain Darragh, our champion and friend-- "It is difficult for me, Monsieur, to express my happiness and my deep gratitude in the so cold formality of the written page. "Alas, sir, it will be still more difficult to find words for it when again I have the happiness of greeting you in proper person. "Valentine has told you everything, she warns me, and I am, therefore, somewhat at a loss to know what I should write to you. "Yet, I know very well what I would write if I dare. It is this: that I wish you to know--although it may not pass the censor--that I am most impatient to see you, Monsieur. _Not_ because of kindness past, nor with an unworthy expectation of benefits to come. But because of friendship,--_the deepest, sincerest of my_ WHOLE LIFE.