upon him first, with crushing force, that this sweet-voiced girl with a
face like all the angels had after all coldly lied, murderously lied,
and maintained her lie through many months. Hard upon that, blotting it
out, there swept the juster knowledge that, no matter what she had
done, truth had triumphed at last; what was good in her had overcome her
poor weakness. Lastly, he thought of Jack Dalhousie who, from the
clouds, had received his release from prison. Yes, old Dal could come
home now....

"He never knew," said V.V., in his curious voice. "I'm so glad ... This
clears him ... I never understood how he could have ... I'm so glad
to--have it settled...."

If he was so glad, his face libelled him past forgiveness. But Cally
Heth still soared, too high in the unplumbed blue to note, even now,
what house was this she had destroyed.

"I really didn't realize at all at the time," she said, with the same
simplicity. "It all happened so quickly, and it was so bewildering, and
I didn't have time to think. The story about him just seemed to spring
up of itself, and then it grew and grew all the time. I've worried a
great deal about it, all along...."

A kind of passion came into the man's face, and he said:

"Thank God, there's still time to make it all right."

Then his look brought her down a little.... "To make it all right?"

Vivian gazed down. He thought of what lay ahead for her now; and his