“Resting! I've been frightfully ill.”
“I'm sorry, my dear. I'll come in again on my way out.”
“Clay!”
He turned in the doorway.
“Is it all gone? Everything?”
“Practically. Yes.”
“But you were insured?”
“I'll tell you about that later. I haven't given it much thought yet. I don't know just how we stand.”
“I shall never let Graham go back to it again. I warn you. I've been lying here for hours, thinking that it might have happened as easily as not while he was there.”
He hardly listened. He had just remembered Anna.