It was natural that Penny, knowing all the circumstances, should desire
to communicate with her husband and become reconciled. My dear old
father, to whom she had confided her trouble, at once inquired through
the War Office as to where Arthur Spence was then stationed. The answer
told of his death in action three months earlier.

Penny--poor soul!--when giving me these details many years later, utterly
broke down, as she accused herself of having wronged--however
unwittingly--by her suspicions the brave and upright man whose loss she
still keenly deplored, and whose soul (I make no doubt) she will never
omit to recommend to God in her daily prayers as long as life is granted
to her.