They reached the theater just as the curtain went down on the last act, and she remained in the carriage until her own party came out.
“I can hardly thank you enough for coming after me to-night,” she said, as she shook hands very cordially with Harvey. “You can never be a mere acquaintance to me again. You are my friend.”
“Have I ignorantly done some good?” he asked, and she smiled at him.
“Yes—more than you know—more than I can tell you.”
“Then may I hope not to be forgotten when you are in Italy?”
“Oh!” and the color flushed over all the pallor caught from that deathbed. “But I—I don’t think I will go to Italy after all, Mr. Harvey. I have changed my mind about that, and think I will go back to the Kootenai hills instead.”