“My husband⁠—I don’t know.” She looked up at him with unseeing eyes. “Where is my husband? I have no husband. You are letting me remember ,” she cried, in terror. “You are letting me remember. Ah, no, no, you don’t love me! I hate you!”

Quickly he bent and kissed her.

“I will come for you tomorrow evening,” he said. “You will be ready then to go with me?”

“Ready then? Yes, yes, to go with you anywhere.”

He stood still a moment, listening. Somewhere a door closed. He heard the hoofs upon the asphalt again.

“Goodbye,” he whispered. “God bless you! Goodbye till tomorrow night.” And with the words he was gone. The front door of the house closed quietly.

Had he come back again? Laura turned in her place on the long divan at the sound of a heavy tread by the door of the library.