'Of course you don't believe me. All the same, I do feel sorry.'
'That won't help.'
'No?—I suppose it won't.'
The words were breathed out on a sigh. Dagworthy made no answer.
'I'm not much better off,' she continued, in a low-spirited voice.
'Nonsense!' he ejaculated, roughly, half turning his back on her.
Jessie fumbled a moment at her dress; then, succeeding in getting her handkerchief out, began to press it against her eyes furtively. Strangely, there was real moisture to be removed.
'What's the matter with you?' Dagworthy asked with surprise.
She no longer attempted concealment, but began to cry quietly.
'What the deuce has come to you, Jessie?'