"So you're going to live among the poor … and you didn't dare come and tell me…."
"I had no right to involve you until I was sure…."
"And now you're sure…."
"No," he cried.
She raised her voice a little again:
"And I wrote asking if I couldn't help you. Women are fools…."
He sat searching about for something to say. His heart was like cold lead in his breast; his head ached. He felt her side of the case very vividly, and how could she ever understand?
Then, as she sat there her head seemed to explode, and she spoke hurriedly, incoherently:
"It's time to get to school. I want to go alone. Good-by."
She rose and went off rapidly.