She broke the seal with much agitation.  “Shall I read it aloud?” she asked.

We signified our desire to hear it, and she read as follows: 

My dear Gwen: 

My forebodings have seemed to you strange and uncalled for, but when this comes to your hand you will know whether or not they were groundless.  Of one episode in my career which shook the structure of my being to its foundation stone, you have been carefully kept in ignorance.  It is necessary that you should know it when I am gone, and I have accordingly committed it to this paper, which will then fall into your hands.  My early life, until two years after I married your mother, was spent in India, the adult portion thereof being devoted to the service of the East India Company.  I had charge of a department in their depot at Bombay.  You have seen Naples.  Add to the beauties of that city the interesting and motley population of Cairo and you can form some idea of the attractions of Bombay.  I was very happy there until the occurrence of the event I am about to narrate.

One morning, my duties calling me to one of the wharves, my attention was attracted by a young girl dancing upon the flags by the water’s edge.  The ordinary bayadere is so common an object in India as to attract but little notice from anyone of refined tastes, but this girl, judging from the chaste beauty of her movements, was of a very different type.  As my curiosity drew me nearer to her she turned her face toward me, and in that instant I knew my hour had come.

Though many years her senior she was still my first love,—­the one great passion of my life.

I do not attempt to describe her ineffable loveliness, for, like the beauty of a flower, it was incapable of analysis.  Nothing that I could write would give you any adequate idea of this girl’s seraphic face, for she was like unto no one you have ever seen in this cold Western world.  I watched in a wild, nervous transport, I know not how long—­time and space had no part in this new ecstasy of mine!  I could think of nothing, do nothing—­only feel,—­feel the hot blood deluge my brain only to fall back in scalding torrents upon my heart with a pain that was exquisite pleasure.

Suddenly she changed her step and executed a quick backward movement toward the water, stopping just as her heels touched the curb at the edge of the wharf; then forward, and again a quick return to the backward movement, but this time she mistook the distance, her heels struck the curb forcibly, and she was precipitated backward into the water.  For a moment I stood as one petrified, unable to reason, much less to act; then the excited voices of the crowd recalled me.  They had thrown a rope into the water and were waiting for her to come to the surface and grasp it.  The wall from which she had fallen must have been at least fifteen feet above the water, which was littered with broken spars, pieces of timber, and other odd