"How long will he last?"
"Perhaps a week—perhaps not twenty-four hours."
The faded sister now entered. Her face was still smiling—no one had yet told her about her brother.
"Oh, he is so happy, Mr. Dalny."
"And you told him?"
"Yes! Yes!"
"And what did he say?"
"He put his arms around me and kissed me, and then he whispered, 'Oh! Louise, Louise! the connoisseur knew!'"