"Poor Gilbert," she said, wiping her tears away. "Peter loved him. Have you told Kit Shelby?"
"Not yet," Thorpe said; "I'm so broken up myself——"
"Of course you are," Julie said; "I suppose father will send him word. Don't think about that, Mac, father will attend to everything."
"I know it," said Thorpe, "and I'm so relieved. Don't think me a weakling, but death always unnerves me,—I can't help it,—and when I found Gilbert,—like that——"
"There, there," Julie soothed him, "you did all you could. Now let me make you one little piece more of brown toast——"
But Thorpe declined. To please the girl he had managed to eat one tiny crisp bit, but another he could not accept. Nor could he take more than a small part of the cup of coffee she gave him.
"I'm a fool," he said, "but—I'm all in!"