A little time ago it would have been torture for Ellinor to look upon scenes so associated with Robert Wodrow, the lover she had wronged and lost and mourned for; and it was painful still to do so, though her heart throbbed with hope and joy, as he was returning to her with the rank and position he had predicted to his mother.
So Robert Wodrow will win the one woman of his heart! Hand and hand they will go forward together into that new existence—that new world of tame, married life, as it is deemed; but to them, a world of trust and love it will be; while explanations and memories of the sweet and bitter and perilous past will come in due course with the current of their own happy and mutual thoughts.
THE END.
LONDON: PRINTED BY DUNCAN MACDONALD, BLENHEIM HOUSE.