called to see the little one, and the young girl chatted brightly with the father and played merrily with Yen, who was growing strong and merry. The American women could not, of course, converse with the Chinese; but Adah placed beside her a bunch of beautiful flowers, pressed her hand, and looked down upon her with radiant eyes. Secure in the difference of race, in the love of many friends, and in the happiness of her chosen work, no suspicion whatever crossed her mind that the woman whose husband was her aunt's protégé tasted everything bitter because of her.
After the visitors had gone, Pau Lin, who had been watching her husband's face while the young artist was in the room, said to him:
"She can be happy who takes all and gives nothing."
"Takes all and gives nothing," echoed her husband. "What do you mean?"
"She has taken all your heart," answered Pau Lin, "but she has not given you a son. It is I who have had that task."
"You are my wife," answered Wou Sankwei. "And she—oh! how can you speak of her so? She, who is as a pure water-flower—a lily!"
He went out of the room, carrying with him a little painting of their boy, which Adah
