"But—but—I don't understand—and what shall we do about the farm?"
"We can sell it, and the money will keep us—just the two of us in a workman's flat—till my training is over, and I'm earning money on my own. Oh, Janey, I don't suppose I'll ever be rich or famous or that I'll fill the Albert Hall—but I—I shall be more worthy of you, dear."
"Of me!"—she laughed.
"Yes. Don't you understand? I've got my dream back again—but there's an empty place in it.... Will you fill it, Janey?"
She looked questioningly at him with her great haggard eyes.
"Who left it empty?"
"Tony Strife," he said in a low voice.
"Nigel!..."
She rose to her feet and came to him.
"My poor, poor boy."