"Not grief, Travice—joy. I was thinking of the past. What would have become of us but for her generosity?"
"But for her generosity, Lucy, I should have been her husband now. I should never have held my darling in my arms. Yes, she was generous! God bless her always! I'll never hate anybody again, Lucy."
Lucy glanced up shyly at him, a smile parting her lips at the last words. And she put her hand within the arm of him who was soon to be her husband, as they went out in the wake of the rest, to rescue the flower-pots and Miss Lizzie Fauntleroy.
And Mr. St. John and the dean's daughter? Ah! not in this place can their after-history be given. But you may hear it sometime.