the door which the guard closed behind them with a reverberating
clang. Mrs. French sat on the bench outside, her face cast down,
her eyes closed. Now and then through the grating of the door rose
and fell a sound of voices mingled with that of sobs and weeping,
hearing which, Mrs. French covered her face with her hands, while
the tears trickled down through her fingers.

As she sat there, the door-bell rang and two Galician men appeared,
seeking admission.

"We come to see Kalmar," said one of them.

Mrs. French came eagerly forward. "Oh, let them come in, please.
They are friends of the prisoner. I know them."

Without a word the guard turned from her, strode to the office
where Mr. Cowan sat in conversation with the doctor, and in a
few moments returned with permission for the men to enter.

"Sit down there," he said, pointing to a bench on the opposite side
of the door from that on which Mrs. French was sitting.

Before many minutes had elapsed, the prisoner appeared at the door
of his cell with Paulina and his children.

"Would you kindly open the door?" he said in a courteous tone to
the guard. "They wish to depart."

The guard went toward the door, followed by Mrs. French, who stood
waiting with hands outstretched toward the weeping Paulina. As the