"Then it's all off? Is that what you mean?"
"Isn't it what you meant yourself only a minute ago?"
"Oh, well, you needn't stake your life on that."
She began to feel faint. It cost her more to stand there talking than she had supposed it would when she took up the receiver.
"I'm afraid I must—must stake my life on that. I—I can't stay now. I can't come any more to see you, either. I've—I've given up posing. G—good-by."
She heard him beginning to protest from the other end.
"No, Jennie! Wait! For God's sake!"
But her putting-up of the receiver cut them off from each other.
"So that's all over," she said to herself, turning again into the living room.
But she said it strongly, as Lizzie had many a time said similar things on witnessing the death of hopes, with desolation in the heart, perhaps, but no wish to cry.