"Well."
"Shall you stay on here?"
Madam Fulton roused herself.
"No," she said. "I am going to Bessie Grant's. She'll help me pull myself together, and in the fall I shall move back to town."
Electra came awake to her pathetic look.
"You are not feeling well, grandmother," she said solicitously.
"Feeling well!" The old lady repeated it with a fractious emphasis. "I'm worn out."
"Is it anything particular, grandmother?"
"Billy Stark is going away, isn't he? Isn't that particular enough? He's the only human creature left, except Bessie Grant and that pretty girl."
"Rose MacLeod?"