“Oh, yes.”
“Well, he let it go until it was too—There are better doctors now. They would know?”
“Perhaps.”
“But it’s too late, isn’t it?”
The answer, too, she had always had to this, while she had always hoped, and always would, for a different one:
“Yes—it’s too late. It was to be so.”
“But you were lonely, dear sis? I wouldn’t like to think that you were not.”
“Oh, yes!”
“The neighbors said that the shutters weren’t opened all the while we were away.”
“What was the use?”