"Yes, dear."
"Did—did—they—tell you—what they said?"
"Yes, dear." Her eyes filled.
"I didn't mind—for myself—but——"
"Hush, dear; I know."
Feeling herself unworthy in the presence of a true knightly soul, Miss Atherton held him untiringly in her arms. When he cried out with pain, she drew him close to her, and pillowed his head upon her breast. "Am—I—going to—die—Miss Atherton?"
She could hardly whisper the words: "I am afraid so, Tony."
"Will you—stay—until——"
"Yes, dear."