in New York, I want you to congratulate me. That was Miss Moffatt. She
and I are to marry--in the spring."

"Did you--mention my name to her?"

Priscilla's haggard face at last attracted the man.

"No. I was inhumanly selfish. You must forgive me. I meant to tell her of
your faithful care; I meant to have you meet her. I forgot."

"Never mention--me to her! She is my--one friend in all the world; my one
woman friend."

They faced each other blankly, fiercely. Then:

"Good Lord, Miss Glynn!" and Huntter--laughed!




CHAPTER XXIII


The week of recuperation Doctor Hapgood recommended was one of prolonged
torture to Priscilla Glenn. Thinking of it afterward, she realized that
it was the Gethsemane of her life--the hour when, forsaken by all, she
fought her bitter fight.

The drift of the ages confronted her. Her own insignificance, her
humbleness, accentuated and betrayed her. Who would listen? How dared she