CHAPTER XIX.

"Je me dis seulement; à cette heure en ce lieu, Un jour, je fus aimé, j’aimais, elle était belle. J’enfouis ce trésor dans mon âme immortelle. Et je l’emporte à Dieu!" "A letter for you, Mr. Graham." "Very well; lay it down." The burly landlady placed the missive on the small, unpainted pine table which stood near the artist’s easel, and with a last glance at the feminine superscription, and the device of the golden Psyche which sealed it, left the room. It was late in the afternoon,--there would be onl…