No, he was not coming.
He must go to Spain—to Spain, with his parents and a party of tourists—but he loved her just the same, and he should return to her.
"He is weak of purpose," she said to herself when she had read the last word; "he loves me still; he will come back to me; he will make me his wife in the eyes of the law as he has done in the sight of Heaven. But he is weak of purpose. The Countess of Lanswell has put difficulties in his way, and he has let them conquer him."
Then came to her mind those strong words:
"Unstable as water, thou shalt not excel."
For the second time her servants found her cold and senseless on the ground; but this time she had an open letter in her hand.
The pity was that the whole world could not see how women trust the promises of men, and how men keep theirs.