"The doctor wrote me that--wrote me the truth."
"But haven't you heard? Haven't you seen the papers? Don't they say
I'm ruined?"
"Yes, John."
He lay silent for several minutes. Then he asked hesitatingly:
"And--when--do you--go back--West?"
"I have come to stay," she replied. Neither in her voice nor in her
face was there a hint of what those five words meant to her.
He closed his eyes again. Presently a tear slid from under each lid
and stood in the deep, wasted hollows of his eye-sockets.