mony and the consul's pitying stare. She looked very ill; but her smile was still tragically bright.
The consul placed her a chair. She declined it. There was a moment of conscious silence. Then he went hesitatingly to his desk, and got an envelop containing money—a large sum. He silently handed her this.
She looked at him in appealing inquiry, but she did not take the money.
"It is only—only in remembrance of the—the past. He wishes you to be always happy —as—he says he is. He confidently hopes for your good wishes and congratulations."
There was moisture in the consul's eyes, only questioning in hers. He suddenly saw that she did not understand. He decided that she never should. He did not speak again, nor did she for a space. Then:
"Happy—happy?" she murmured dizzily. "But how kin I be happy if he do not come? How kin he be—happy—if—he do not come?"
The consul was silent. He still held the money toward her. She tried to smile a little, to make him think she was indifferent
