Reginald Hamilton paced his floor all night, a prey to alternate rage and despair, loving and hating in the same breath.
Doctor Ludington elected to watch all night by a sinking patient, seeking in professional zeal surcease for a troubled mind, little dreaming what had happened or what the unknown morrow would bring forth.
Patty Groves, gloating over her revenge, could not sleep from sheer satisfaction.
But little Eva, with the terrible weight gone from her heart, fell asleep with tender tears on her lashes, and the pathetic thought:
“Thank Heaven, I can go on loving Rupert again now until he marries Ada. Then it will be a sin!”
CHAPTER XXXVIII.
“JUSTICE SHALL BE DONE.”
And so it was that the world woke up the next morning and read the story.
The newsboys cried their papers on the streets.
“All about the broken-off wedding at Trinity!”