"What?"

"That check is--is deposited to your credit--with the rest. I have never
dreamed of using it." Her cheeks were afire again, but with shame this
time.

"You will have to accept it, Alixe."

"I cannot."

"You must! Don't you see you will affront Gerald? He has repaid me; that
check is not mine, nor is it his."

"I can't take it," she said with a shudder. "What shall I do with it?"

"There are ways--hospitals, if you care to. . . . Good-night, child."

She stretched out her gloved arm to him; he took her hand very gently
and retained it while he spoke.

"I wish you happiness," he said; "I ask your forgiveness."

"Give me mine, then."

"Yes--if there is anything to forgive. Good-night."

"Good-night--boy," she gasped.

He turned sharply, quivering under the familiar name. Her maid, standing