They witnessed the grand display of fireworks with slightly aroused enthusiasm, but it subsided instantly when the excitement was over.
"Miss Emmit, this is the last night of the celebration we will enjoy together. Won't you favor me by prolonging it with a little supper?"
She acquiesced, and they were soon seated in a private room, as far apart from the world, in this big hotel, as if they were at the north pole.
The subdued, red glow of the candelabra, and the distant strains of the orchestra, were restful after the glare and noise of the streets.
"I suppose," said Edgeway gravely, "that from now on, your mind will be only upon your art."
"I hope so," she returned earnestly. "I find myself strangely unbalanced in my thoughts, when I lose the thread of my life."
"Suppose there was one person, who needed to be saved from absolute uselessness, and you were the only one who could influence him. Would you try very hard?"
"What a question! Of course I would!" she returned earnestly.
"How much would you sacrifice for one soul?"
"Almost anything."