"You don't know what that means!" she said hoarsely.
"I do know!"
At this moment she saw Snyder in the corner, kneeling, her hands clasped above her head. A sudden flood of tears came to her. He drew the coat once more about her, his voice, too, shaken:
"Your hat now!"
She obeyed, reaching out her hand, holding it.
"Garry, I haven't the right!" she said brokenly. "If—if I weren't so weak! If—if—"
"Put it on!" he said.
"Oh, Garry! What will happen?" she said heavily. "Promise, whatever happens—forgive—"
She could not finish; her voice became inarticulate. And blindly obeying the touch of his fingers, she put on her hat, grotesquely turned about. The next moment his arm was about her, seeming to lift her from the ground. At the door, again the telephone burst out. She shrank back, afraid to pass it, seeing an omen.
"Come!" he said obstinately.