"Angelica!" he said in a muffled voice. "Please come here!"
"What is it, Vincent?" she asked gently.
"Angelica! What’s going to become of me?" he asked huskily, his face still hidden.
The question startled her.
"Why, I don’t know," she said. "I suppose you——”
"But I’m all alone!" he said in a sort of bewilderment. "They’ve all left me, and you’re going, too!"
She didn’t dare to touch him, but her voice was a caress.
"Vincent, I’m sorry!"
He looked up and seized her hand.
"Oh, my love!" he said. "Aren’t we fools? Even to think of such a thing as parting! You and I, Angelica, to part! It couldn’t be!"