“No; but I read his wish in his eyes when I told him that you still lived,” answered Prince Gonzaga’s generous foe. “You will come, Fair?” “Yes,” she answered, and while she hurriedly donned Sadie’s bonnet, Bayard Lorraine said: “The prince sent you a message, Mrs. Osborne. He hopes you will forgive him for abducting and imprisoning you in those mad days when he was trying to get his wife into his power.” Sadie’s eyes filled with tears, and she answered impulsively: “I forgive him freely, and I bless him for saving my husband’s life.” “I am ready,” said Fair, coming back into the room. They went out together. A taxicab was in waiting below, and they were driven rapidly to Mrs. Howard’s residence. They had spoken but few words on the way, but as they went up the steps together, he said gently: “You must be kind to him, Fair. His life, whatever his faults, had a brave ending.” “I will forgive him everything,” Fair answered, with a half sob; then the door opened, and she found herself in Mrs. Howard’s arms. “I have repented my harshness, dear,” the lady whispered lovingly, as she led her to the room where Prince Gonzaga lay. He was so changed, with his hair and beard all burned away, and that awful pallor of death upon his face, that Fair would never have known him but for the smile that parted his lips as he saw her. For a moment she shrank and cowered, but Bayard Lorraine urged her gently forward, whispering: “Forget and forgive.” She went forward and laid a nervous little hand on the cold, pale one that lay outside the pillow. “You--were--were--very brave, saving Mr. Osborne’s life as you did. It was a noble deed,” she faltered. The prince smiled, and answered weakly: “Thank you. It was so kind in you to come. I should not have presumed to ask it. I did not deserve it,” sighing. “Oh, yes, you did, because--you were so brave. I am very sorry for you. I will stay by you until----” She paused, and he finished the sentence: “Until I die! I do not think it will be long.” Perhaps that promise held him back from death, for Prince Gonzaga lingered on several days, and Fair watched by him with patient forgiveness of the past, for, as she had said, he had been so brave that his bravery condoned many faults. Mrs. Howard, Bayard Lorraine, and the careful nurse shared her vigils by the bedside of the dying man, and nothing but kind words were spoken to him. They tried to forget the dark past and look upon him only in the halo cast by his dauntless bravery. One day the nurse had gone out for a little recreation, and Mrs. Howard and Fair were watching him as he slept. The latter whispered thoughtfully: “Do you remember those beautiful lines: “Oh, whether on the scaffold high, Or in the battle’s van, The bravest place where man can die Is where he dies for man!”