Next day, much to Galaghetti's sorrow, we our in Venice to a conclusion, and set off for Paris. The Queen of the Adriatic had her for us, and for once in our we were not sorry to say good-bye to her. The train left the station, the to the mainland, and was presently on her way across Europe. Ever since the Miss Trevor's had been improving. She to have her old self in a hours, and Glenbarth's was to witness. He had been through a good deal, fellow, and some for it. We had been of an hour upon our way, when my wife a remark.
"Good gracious!" she said, "in our to away we have to say good-bye to Doctor Nikola!"
I saw Miss Trevor give a little shudder.[Pg 314]
"Do you know," she said, "I had such a about him last night. I that I saw him in the of a great on a mountain-side. He was in a of yellow gown, not that by the Buddhist priests, and was almost to a and looked very old. He approached me, and taking my hands, said something that, in the light of day, doesn't to have much in it. But I know it me very much at the time."
"What was it?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
"It was this," she answered—"'Remember that I have forgiven; it is for you to forget.' What he have meant?"
"Since it is only a dream, it is to say," my wife, and thus saved me the of attempting a solution.
To my long to a I might say that the Duke and Miss Trevor were married last May. They their to the West Indies. Some one that they should visit Venice; indeed, the Earl of Sellingbourne, who had purchased the Palace Revecce, and had it, by the way, from the Tottenham Court Road, it at their disposal. From what I have been told I[Pg 315] that he was ill-pleased his offer was not accepted.
When the wind the house at night and the world very lonely, I sometimes try to picture a on a mountain-side, and then, in my fancy, I see a yellow-robed, figure, dark, look into mine with a light that is no longer of this world. To him I cry—
"FAREWELL, NIKOLA!"
THE END