"Is it to be built on?"

     "At last, it is. I came here to take leave of it before its change. And you," she said, in a voice of touching interest to a wanderer,--"you live abroad still?"

     "Still."

     "And do well, I am sure?"

     "I work pretty hard for a sufficient living, and therefore--yes, I do well." "I have often thought of you," said Estella.

     "Have you?"

     "Of late, very often. There was a long hard time when I kept far from me the remembrance of what I had thrown away when I was quite ignorant of its worth. But since my duty has not been incompatible with the admission of that remembrance, I have given it a place in my heart."

     "You have always held your place in my heart," I answered.

     And we were silent again until she spoke.

     "I little thought," said Estella, "that I should take leave of you in taking leave of this spot. I am very glad to do so."