"Did you hear me, Ruth?"
"Yes, I hear."
"I asked if any one was here besides Dick?"
"Yes."
Jessup could hardly hear this little word as it dropped painfully from those white lips; but he understood it; and spoke again.
"Who was it, Ruth?"
"Young Mr. Hurst."
"He was here, then. What brought him?"
"He came—he came—"
"Well!"