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 “Andromeda!” he moaned; “Andromeda!”

A light shone through the open door of the kitchen, and Mrs. Selton gazed up at him with a strained look of interrogation. He shook his head despondently.

“She has not returned?”

“No, sir.”

She followed him into the sitting-room. lamp in hand.

“I have prepared your supper, sir.” Ab- sently he thanked her. “I suppose you will not want me any more to-night?”

NO.

When she was gone he took the lamp in his hand and entered their bedroom. All was just as he had last seen it. There was her light coat hanging behind the door; her little satin slip- pers were at the foot of the bed. Nothing had been touched. He remembered that she had worn her hat all through that painful inter- view; he remembered many little trivial things, incongruous little things in the face of such a calamity. He leant over the bed and kissed her pillow.

“Andromeda!” he whispered ; “Andromeda!”

Back again in the sitting-room he placed the