Envoi.
You are so fond of the may-time,
My friend far away,
Small wonder that I should be dreaming
Of you in the garden to-day.
The verses were signed "G. Lorimer"; and Gertrude's eyes rested on them with the peculiar tenderness with which we all of us regard our efforts the first time that we see ourselves in print.
"How nice they look, Gerty," cried Phyllis. "And Mr. Jermyn's picture. But I think they have spoilt it a little in the engraving."
"It is rather a come down after Charlotte Corday, isn't it?" said Gertrude, pleased yet rueful.
Frank, who had been told the history of that unfortunate tragedy, answered rather wistfully—