"Who is it?" said a startled voice.
"Hush, it's Skippy."
"Thank God."
Snorky jumped up and caught him in his arms with such genuine emotion that Skippy was profoundly touched, so touched that he almost made a clean breast of this affair—almost but not quite.
"What happened? You look all shot to pieces," said Snorky, holding up a candle and gazing at him in awe.
"It's all over," said Skippy stonily.
"Over."
"She'd have had to give up her career and—and I'm too young yet to support her."
"Honest, Skippy?" said Snorky, with a lingering doubt.
"Here's all that's left to me now," said Skippy, and he brought forth the photograph.