"She thanked me, and said nothing could be done."
"She didn't show you her face, I take it."
"No."
"I should have thought she would, under the circumstances—under all the circumstances."
"Have you seen her face?" asked Ralph, quickly, "by chance, or in any other way?"
"Yes."
"How is it? Is it so bad that nothing can be done?"
"She was perfectly right," returned Anthony Dexter, slowly. "There is nothing to be done."
At the moment, the phantom Evelina was pacing back and forth between the man and his son. Her veiled face was proudly turned away. "I wonder," thought Anthony Dexter, curiously, "if she hears. If she did, though, she'd speak, or throw back her veil, so she doesn't hear."
"I may be wrong," sighed Ralph, "but I've always believed that nothing is so bad it can't be made better."