"Are you not glad, dear?" she said at last.
"Yes, yes," I replied, "but I cannot quite understand it yet. It seems too good to be true."
"We shall be able to do so much with it," she said, drawing closer to me and lifting her sweet face to mine.
"I am luckier than I deserve to be," I answered.
And doubtless, my dear reader, you will say it was the truth.
Molly and I have been married five years. We have a boy of three, and a baby girl who promises to be the manager of her mother. We lead a very quiet life in a house we have built for ourselves on the outskirts of Falstead. There is not a happier man in the world than I am, nor has any man a sweeter wife. So far I have not returned to Equinata. As a matter of fact I do not suppose that I shall ever do so, for grievous changes have occurred there. As all the world is aware, Fernandez was assassinated while reviewing his troops on the Grand Plaza, two years after I left, while Sagana met with the same untimely fate a year later. Immediately on hearing the news I made inquiries as to the whereabouts of the Señorita, only to hear that she had fled the country and had entered a convent in the neighbourhood of Rio.
Perhaps she is happier there!
THE END