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say； as Mr。 Playmore says； that I shall be acting mercifully and
tenderly toward the memory of my wife？〃
〃Oh； Eustace； there cannot be the shadow of a doubt of it！〃
〃Shall I be making some little atonement for any pain that I may
have thoughtlessly caused her to suffer in her lifetime？〃
〃Yes！ yes！〃
〃And； Valeriashall I please You？〃
〃My darling； you will enchant me！〃
〃Where is the letter？〃
〃In your son's hand； Eustace。〃
He goes around to the other side of the bed； and lifts the baby's
little pink hand to his lips。 For a while he waits so； in sad and
secret communion with himself。 I see his mother softly open the
door； and watch him as I am watching him。 In a moment more our
suspense is at an end。 With a heavy sigh； he lays the child's
hand back again on the sealed letter； and by that one little
action says （as if in words） to his son〃I leave it to You！〃
And so it ended！ Not as I thought it would end； not perhaps as
you thought it would end。 What do we know of our own lives？ What
do we know of the fulfillment of our dearest wishes？ God
knowsand that is best。
Must I shut up the paper？ Yes。 There is nothing more for you to
read or for me to say。
Except thisas a postscript。 Don't bear hardly； good people； on
the follies and the errors of my husband's life。 Abuse _me_ as
much as you please。 But pray think kindly of Eustace for my sake。
End