When Waverley Osborne came home that night it was quite late, but he found Sadie sitting up for him, with supper ready. Her eyes were shining brightly, and her whole appearance was indicative of suppressed excitement. “What is it, my dear?” the young husband asked, smiling, and then the whole story came out. She had found Fair--or, rather, Fair had found her. “Only think of her passing you every day, and your not knowing her!” she exclaimed. “That could not have been!” he replied. “I should have known Fairfax Fielding anywhere.” “Then why didn’t you tell me that she was at the factory at work?” demanded Mrs. Osborne saucily. “Because she was not there!” he replied positively. “Then you never saw Widow Karrick?” she laughed. He started, and gazed at her in wonder as he exclaimed: “That rusty little English widow? Impossible!” “Not at all!” cried Sadie, enjoying his surprise very much. And as she filled his cup again, she added: “If you had seen a very handsome young man calling on me this evening after you went away, you would have said ‘impossible’ then; but you would have been mistaken, for Widow Karrick was Fair Fielding, and the handsome young man was Fair Fielding. What have you to say to that, sir?” And after she had enjoyed his astonishment long enough, she told him without reserve the whole of Fair’s story as she had just heard it from the lips of her friend. She ended by saying: “She came to me in her trouble, although she is half afraid to meet you, Waverley, on account of old times, when she was rather rude to you, you know. But I don’t think you bear her any grudge, do you?” “Bless her, no!” cried Waverley Osborne heartily, although his face flushed slightly as he thought of the days when Fair’s bewitching beauty had made of him such a simpleton. “I’m glad you don’t,” said his wife, “because we are her only friends, she says, and I’ve kept her with me. She has the little spare room that I fixed in case my sister should ever visit me.” “She’s welcome to it,” said Waverley Osborne heartily. He was so fond of his good-hearted, sensible little wife that the last resentment against beautiful Fair had died long ago. Sadie had saved all the money Fair had sent to her from Italy, in care of the factory owners, and now Fair could have that money to live on. “She is very lucky that she does not have to go back to the factory,” said Osborne. “Do you know, I’m thinking of quitting there myself?” “But why?” exclaimed his wife, in wonder. “Only for this reason: The building was condemned by an inspector this week, and the firm has been notified to quit the house. They purpose to do so next week, and have already negotiated for another building. But in the meantime every man or woman who enters that house takes their life in their hand, for who knows at what moment the old and unsafe structure may give way and fall?” Sadie shuddered and clung to him, entreating him not to return to the doomed building.