I ought to have been more mindful that young people need pleasure. You will have to forgive that and many other mistakes." He looked at her almost wistfully.

Deena's tears came, dripping plentifully over her clasped hands. "It is I who should ask forgiveness," she said, humbly, remembering how often she had scorned his economies. "The money is more than I shall need-don't think of it again, Simeon.

Isn't there anything you want to tell me about your work-your book?" His face lit up eagerly-the topic was congenial. "My papers are safe," he said. "All the initial work of classification and description that I did on the _Tintoretto_ is in French's keeping, and he and Sinclair-the man who has my place-are going to edit the book.