Miss Manuel, already informed of her arrival by a hurried telephone
message from the office, was waiting for her at the door of their
apartment. She burst into tears as she put her arms around her patient
and kissed her and led her inside.

"Oh, my dear, how _could_ you?" she cried, reproachfully. "Think of
the agonies I've been through. It's almost twelve o'clock."

The other woman did not look at her, nor did she return the caress.
She walked into the room and sat down at her desk, with a strange
appearance of haste, at which the nurse marvelled. Without waiting to
take off her hat or coat, she seized a pen and paper and wrote these
lines, marking them plainly:

PERSONAL

FOR INSERTION IN TO-MORROW'S "HERALD"

_PHILIP.--The purse was purposely left with you. Its contents are
yours._

She put this in an envelope and directed it to the _Herald_
Advertising Department. Then, for the first time, she spoke to the
nurse, balancing the envelope absently in her hand as she talked, and
not looking once at the other's face. Her tones were level and
monotonous, almost as if she were repeating a lesson.

"You need not have worried," she said, answering at last the nurse's
first words. "I've had what I've wanted for years--a whole day to
myself. I've done what I wanted to do. It's been worth while. But,"