"It's hard, hard, hard, but——"
"Oh, not that. But—I knew it."
She rose to her feet.
"Good-bye," said the Baron. "I shan't see you again. God make it light for you, my dear."
She would not seem to hear him. She smoothed his pillows and his scanty straggling hair; then she kissed his forehead.
"Good-bye," she said. "I will tell Willie when I see him. I shall see him soon."
The old man moaned softly and miserably.
"It would be better if you lay here," he said.
"Yes, I suppose so," she answered, almost listlessly. "Good-bye."
Suddenly he detained her, catching her hand.