had always thought meant something."

"Yes, poor girl!"

"And they--meant nothing. They never do."

"No. You found that at death's door; I found it at life's. I want to tell
you something, dear, that will make you forget yourself--and think of me.
You are sure you cannot sleep?"

"I do not want to sleep."

"Priscilla, I have given myself to love! You can understand. Travers has
just told me--about him and you!"

A faint colour touched the face on the pillow.

"It was the telling that brought him around. He's superb, and you're a
daffy little goose, Cilla. Imagine a man like Travers letting a girl like
you slip through his fingers."

"He did!" weakly interrupted Priscilla.

"But he followed you right down, and into--hell!"

"Into life and joy, you mean, Margaret--life!"

"Well, at any rate, he was with you. It is magnificent to see a man,
or a woman, big enough, brave enough, and sensible enough to sweep the
senseless rubbish of life aside, and get each other! Oh! it's life as God