"No, Braine. It is better for you to—wait. It would do no good for you to go. There is no use in your putting yourself in the way of affront—"
"I should not mind that," quickly.
"No—not if it would do any good. But it would be useless. I know what I say, Braine. I—I have seen her. She would not return—she would not see you."
Braine sighs heavily.
After a time, he leaves Everet to smoke a last cigar, and goes to his work at his desk, from which he does not rise till morning.
XXXVIII.
A year later.
"How do you feel to-day?"
"The same."