For answer he picked up his coat from the bottom of the boat, and extracted a closely written sheet of college note-paper. Folding it so that only the last line was visible, he handed it her with the words—
"You'll find it there."
Sylvia read the line, and gazed in perplexity at her companion.
"But I never said it," she persisted.
"You were going to."
She turned the paper over without answering.
"What's on the other side?" she asked.
The Seraph extended an anxious hand.
"Please don't read that!" he implored her. "It's not meant for you to see."
"Is it about me?"