“We were a whole month in London before we came on here—Eustace and my cousin Dick took to each other—and—so—everything came about.... We knew nobody and were lonely—but Eustace made the sun shine—he helped us to Paris—he said we could live so much cheaper here——”
“But, Moll—what became of Eustace—and—the sunshine?”
“He’s in Paris. Has been in Paris for nearly a week.”
“Oho! and you’ve been keeping the sunshine all to yourself, Moll! Tut tut!”
Moll burst into tears.
Betty stroked her cheek:
“No, no, Moll; this will never do. Where’s the sunshine?”
“He’s gone,” she sobbed.
“Gone?”
Moll nodded through her tears: