We were married within a fortnight. Traddles and Sophy, and Doctor and Mrs. Strong, were the only guests at our quiet wedding. We left them full of joy; and drove away together. Clasped in my embrace, I held the source of every worthy aspiration I had ever had; the centre of myself, the circle of my life, my own, my wife; my love of whom was founded on a rock!

“Dearest husband!” said Agnes. “Now that I may call you by that name, I have one thing more to tell you.”

“Let me hear it, love.”

“It grows out of the night when Dora died. She sent you for me.”

“She did.”

“She told me that she left me something. Can you think what it was?”