The fervor of the woman’s response was unmistakable.
“I must see him to-night before he goes,” she went on, “because––I’ve got something to tell him.”
She looked down at the table on which the dress she had just finished making was lying.
“That’s the last of them,” she said, pointing at it.
The man knew what she meant. She had completed her last order.
“I’m going to do no more––here.”
Jim’s eyes lit.
“Here?”
Eve shook her head.
“I’m going away,” she said, with a shamefaced smile. “That’s––that’s what I want to tell––Peter.”