Then he held her at arm's length, and if eyes could eat, these would have been the last moments upon earth of a very lovely young woman. Then a sort of horror of what he had done and of what he was doing seized him. His hands dropped to his sides and the pupils of his eyes became pointed with pain. But she said: "It's all right, Arthur; don't look like that. My husband is dead." "Dead?" said Arthur, his face once more joyous as an angel's. "Thank God for that!" And why not thank God when some worthless, cruel man dies? And why not write the truth about him upon his tombstone instead of the conventional lies? "But why didn't you write to me?" demanded Arthur. "It had been such a long time since we saw each other. How did I know that you still cared?" "But how could I stop caring--about you?" "Couldn't you?" "Why, I didn't even try," said Arthur. "I just gave it up as a bad job. But how, in the name of all that's good and blessed, do you happen to be in this particular place at this particular time? Did you, by any chance, come by way of the heavens in a 'sweet chariot'? I came to eject trespassers, and I find you!" "And I came to spy on you, Arthur, and to find out if you still cared. And if you didn't, I was going to tie a stone round my neck and lie down in the lake. Of course, if I'm a trespasser----" They had moved slowly away from the shore toward the tents. From one of these a languid, humorous voice that made Arthur start hailed them. And through the fly of the tent was thrust a beautiful white hand and the half of a beautiful white arm. "I can't come out, Arthur," said the voice; "but good-morning to you, and how's the family?" "Of all people in the world," exclaimed Arthur; "my own beautiful mamma!" And he sprang to the extended hand and clasped it and kissed it. "Your excellent stepfather," said the voice, "is out walking up an appetite for breakfast. I hope you will be very polite to him. If it hadn't been for him, Cecily would have stayed in London, where we found her. He wormed her secret out of her and brought her to you as a peace-offering." There was a deep emotion in Arthur's voice as he said: "Then there shall always be peace between us." The hand had been withdrawn from the light of day; but the languid, humorous voice continued to make sallies from the brown tent. "We didn't want to be in the way; so, remembering this bit of property, we just chucked our Somali outfit into a ship, and here we are! I was dreadfully shocked and grieved to hear that you were all quite broke and had started an inn. In New York it is reported to be a great success, is it?" "Why, I hope so," said Arthur; "I don't really know. Mary's head man. Maud keeps the books; the triplets keep getting into mischief, and Eve, so far as I know, keeps out. As for me, I had an occupation, but it's gone now." "What was your job, Arthur?" "My job was to have my arm in imagination where it now is in reality."