"Ah!"
"But it is nothing ... nothing."
"I don't think you should go on living here. The idea was for you to get strong ... instead you have--" he hesitated, and looked at her gravely with indictment in his glance--"given way to nerves."
She glanced at him guiltily. It almost seemed to her that he had been going to say "given way to drink!" That he knew something of her struggle with the brandy--yet how could he?
"Oh, nerves!" she said, and laughed nervously.
"I think the only thing to be done," he continued steadily, "is for you to come back with me to New York."
"Oh, Garrett! ... I don't think.... I can't do that," she stammered desperately.
"You mean you don't want to?"
"It is not a matter of wanting."
He stood up then, stern-faced.