“Ah! my poor mother, sleeping there in the midst of all this!”
It was a cry from the strange man’s heart, and another silence ensued. The situation had reached such a point as baffled all the parties to it to discover a solution.
It was Jetsam who broke the silence.
“I will leave you,” he said in a low voice.
“Good-bye,” he said, as no one replied.
“Where are you going to?” asked Rosie.
“I am merely going,” answered Jetsam.
“But you will tell me where?” she insisted.
“It is vague,” he replied. “Out of your life—that is all I can say. It was too much to hope that at the end of a career which has been one long and uninterrupted misfortune the sun of happiness should shine on me. I was destined to failure from the beginning. You do not know all my story; but you know some of it—enough to enable you, perhaps, to forgive me. Good-bye!”
He moved to the door.