He went to a bureau and took from one of the drawers a manuscript neatly stitched together.
"I've copied it out fairly and I don't think you'll have much difficulty in deciphering the writing."
Lavinia took the manuscript and glanced at the inscription on the first page. It ran "Love's Blindness: A Tragedy in Five Acts. By Lancelot Vane."
"Oh, it's a tragedy," she exclaimed.
He read the look of dismay that crept over her face and his heart fell.
"Yes. But the real tragic part doesn't come until the very last part of the fifth act."
"And what happens then?"
"The lovers both die. They do not find out how much they love each other until it is too late for them to be united, so Stephen kills Amanda and then kills himself."
"How terribly sad. But wasn't there any other way? Why couldn't you have made them happy?"
"Then it wouldn't have been a tragedy."