Dick’s lips closed firmly.
“Won’t you sit down, then? You see, I’ve had some bother with my eyes, and——”
“I know. I know. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I couldn’t write.”
“You might have told Mr. Torpenhow.”
“What has he to do with my affairs?”
“He—he brought me from Vitry-sur-Marne. He thought I ought to see you.”
“Why, what has happened? Can I do anything for you? No, I can’t. I forgot.”
“Oh, Dick, I’m so sorry! I’ve come to tell you, and—— Let me take you back to your chair.”
“Don’t! I’m not a child. You only do that out of pity. I never meant to tell you anything about it. I’m no good now. I’m down and done for. Let me alone!”