"I wish I could do more," said he shortly.
"I am ashamed to ask,—and yet, I was going to ask you to do something more—a last service—for me. It is too much to ask."
"I am sure it is not that," he said with great gentleness. "Let me know what you wish."
Mrs. Carpenter hesitated. "Rotha does not know,"—she said then. "She has no idea—"
"Of what?"
"She has no idea that I am going to leave her."
"I am afraid that is true."
"And it will be soon Mr. Digby."
"Perhaps not; but what is it you wish of me?"
"Tell her—" whispered Mrs. Carpenter.