"I thought you might," she said, but I shook my head.
"Miss Jencks—" I began, but it appeared that Miss Jencks felt unequal to it. So Harriet told her, of course, on the principle that when one has a heavy load he may as well carry a little more, I suppose.
And after all it wasn't so bad; for Margarita came down to me a little later, and told me she had known it all the time!
"But, of course, dear child," I said hopefully, "Doctor —— is not a throat specialist, you know, and we can but try some of those famous fellows, a little later. Perhaps in a year or two——"
"You are very good to me, Jerry," she said, "but it is no use. I know. I shall never sing again. I am sorry, because——"
"Sorry?" I cried, "why, of course you are sorry! What do you mean?"
"Because," she continued placidly, "it will not be so much to give Roger."
"Give Roger?" I echoed stupidly, "how 'give Roger'?"
"I was not going to sing any more, anyway," she said.
For a moment I was dazed and then the simplicity of it all flashed over me.