"It is my place."
"No," he said, violently, "you are trying to find death here!"
"I seek nothing," she said, in a gentle, tired voice; "let me go."
"Come back. Alixe—your brother is alive."
She looked at him impassively.
"My brother?"
"Yes."
"I have no brother."
He understood and chafed inwardly.
"Come, Alixe," he urged; "for Heaven's sake, try to live and forget—"