"In heart, too, mother," added Arthur. "Old Galahad!"
"You must never leave us again, Paul. Promise."
"May I always come back?"
"Always!" And she took his hand and pressed it tightly against her cheek. "Always! Ah, your poor blind mother!"
"Always to come back!… I am going to China in a little while, to take up the work I have always loved, the building of bridges."
"And I am going, too!" It was Elsa, at her journey's end.
Jealous love is keen of eye. There was death in Arthur's heart, but he smiled at her. After all, what was more logical than that she should appear at this moment? Why sip the cup when it might be drained at once, over with and done with?
"Elsa!" said the mother, holding Warrington's hand in closer grasp.
"Yes, mother. Ah, why did you not tell me all?"
Arthur walked to the long window that opened put upon the garden. There, for a moment, he paused, then passed from the room.