' He told Leopold he
was going to make it his _opus vitae_, the work of his life, you know,
and he is talking it up to the director of the Handel and Haydn
Society."
"How true it is," said Alice, "that gladness quickly follows sadness! I
was so unhappy this morning", but now the world never looked so bright
to me. You have brushed away all my sorrows, Mr. Sawyer, and I am really
very happy to hear the good news that you have told me."
"There is one sorrow that I have not yet relieved you of," continued
Quincy.
"And that?" asked Alice, brushing back the wavy golden hair from her
forehead, and looking up at him with her bright blue eyes, which bore no
outward sign of the dark cloud that dimmed their vision,--"and that
is?"--she repeated.
"That letter," taking the hand that held it in both of his own. "If I am
to get that noon train I have no time to lose."
"Before you take it," said Alice, "you must promise me that it shall not
be opened, and no eye but Lindy's must ever rest upon it."
"You have my word," he replied.
"Then take it," said she; and she released her hold upon it.
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