“As in the angels, my darling. I was angry at first, but my brother has gone over it with me, and I see my mistake. Reggie was hasty and foolish. He will repent and beg you to forgive him to-morrow.” “I am not angry, auntie. I am only too glad to be free.” “Eva!” “Yes, I was trying to love him, but there was another yet dearer, and I could not blot him from my heart.” Long and earnestly they talked, until the midnight hour chimed, and they sought the restful slumber needed so much after such excitement. Some there were who did not rest well that night, but Eva was not of them. Reginald Hamilton paced his floor all night, a prey to alternate rage and despair, loving and hating in the same breath. Doctor Ludington elected to watch all night by a sinking patient, seeking in professional zeal surcease for a troubled mind, little dreaming what had happened or what the unknown morrow would bring forth. Patty Groves, gloating over her revenge, could not sleep from sheer satisfaction. But little Eva, with the terrible weight gone from her heart, fell asleep with tender tears on her lashes, and the pathetic thought: “Thank Heaven, I can go on loving Rupert again now until he marries Ada. Then it will be a sin!” CHAPTER XXXVIII. “JUSTICE SHALL BE DONE.” And so it was that the world woke up the next morning and read the story. The newsboys cried their papers on the streets. “All about the broken-off wedding at Trinity!” “All about the great sensation--the woman with a past!” “Terrible scandal in high life!” “Read about the Southern vendetta and the double tragedy, and the pretty girl that went mad for love!” It was the last that attracted the attention of a loutish fellow gawking about on a street corner so that he bought a newspaper and retired into a cheap restaurant to discuss it with his breakfast. And as he read his eyes began to bulge and his chin to drop, so that his large mouth gaped half open long before he muttered: “By gum! I knows ’em all, every one! It’s Doc Ludington, Pat Groves and them, for I seen little Eva last week with a big, handsome man they said she was ’gaged to marry this week! Now what for did that sneakin’ Pat want to come and spile sport for, by gum! Ain’t she done devilment enuff already with her joking?” His brow grew dark as he remembered the wretchedness he had endured in keeping the twins’ miserable secret of Hallowe’en night. He began to vaguely wonder if it had been necessary, if he might not have fared better confessing the truth and staying at home? His thoughts flew to Doctor Ludington and the night he had succored him from misery and starvation. “What’s that he said, I wonder, about doing good deeds and finding comfort in ’em? I might a-done a good deed oncet if I’d told the truth, and saved people from thinking bad about poor little Eva! I told a lie, and the mischief keeps going on and on, and spreading away out here in New York. I wisht now I never had of done it!”