"Where are you, girlie?"
"Up stairs, dear. I'll be down in a minute," and even as she spoke Dorothy came into the room.
In spite of her black gown and the hollows under her eyes, she was a pretty woman. She knew it, and Jack did too. That is he had known, but he had forgotten.
"Here's the evening paper." He tossed it into her lap as she sat down by the window.
"Thank you." She wondered vaguely why Jack did not kiss her as he used to, and then dismissed the thought. She was growing accustomed to that sort of thing.
"How nice of you to come by the early train! I didn't expect you until later."
"There wasn't much going on in town, so I left the office early. Any mail? No? Guess I'll take Jip out for a stroll." The fox-terrier at his feet wagged his tail approvingly. "Want to go, Jip?"
Jip answered decidedly in the affirmative.
"All right, come on," and Dorothy watched the two go down the street with an undefined feeling of pain.