"You'll have to tell him," she spoke roughly to her sister. "I'm going over to mother's."
Thornton accompanied her to the door. Her air was defiant and sullen; Thornton contemptuously refrained from questioning her.
"Well," he said, quietly, when he had returned. Something very bad was to come; it had been hanging about in the air for months.
"Jarvis, I can't tell you; it's so awful. What shall we do? Poor Aunt Mary and Aunt Sophie!"
"They have lost their money."
She nodded.
"Through Bradley?"
"Oh, Jarvis, I have brought you so much trouble; I am afraid I ought not to have kept you here in Boston."
"I don't see how that could affect this," he replied kindly to her irrelevant contrition. "Has it all gone?"
"I suppose so."