best; he lied and cheated you, that you might have--some sort of peace
in--in Kenmore. Oh! if you only knew how he has hated it all, how he has
struggled to keep up the play even when he was so weary that the soul of
him almost gave out! And now you come to--to pay him with hate and
revenge when you have the only thing he wants in all the world at your
command--to give him!"

The impassioned words fell into silence; the uplifted face with its
shining eyes, mist-wet and indignant, aroused Farwell at last.

"And that is?" he asked.

"Yourself! your faith! See, that is his light. He is waiting--for me,
because, since you sent me to him, he has been kind, heavenly kind to me,
for your sake! Everything is, has always been, for your sake. Go to him,
Master Farwell--go alone. I will come by and by; not now. Pay him for all
he has done for you--all these lonely years!"

Farwell no longer struggled. He took Priscilla's hands in a long, close
clasp.

"What a woman you have become, Priscilla Glenn! Thank you."

Without a word more they parted: Farwell to go to the reckoning;
Priscilla to walk in the mist for a bit longer.

All that occurred in Boswell's library Priscilla was never to know.

There had been a moment of shock when Boswell, raising his eyes to greet
Priscilla, saw Farwell Maxwell standing in the doorway.