"Why are you doing it?" she asked, searching his eyes with hers. "Is it just because I ask? Because you're sorry for me?"
She was standing near him, and he looked on her face. Then he sprang forward, catching her hands.
"It's because you're more to me than I ever thought any woman could be."
She let her hands lie in his.
"But you came here," she said, "meaning to send me away."
"I was a fool," he said, grimly, between his teeth.
She drew her hands away, and then whispered,
"And, Willie—Harry?"
Again he had nothing to answer. She stood looking at him with a wistful longing for a word of comfort. He gave none. She passed her hand across her eyes, and burst into sudden sobs.
"How miserable I am!" she sobbed. "I wish I was dead!"