“Won't you sit down, Virginia?”
She took the chair at his side as he desired.
“I am sorry to see you ill and suffering,” she said at last, gently, compassionately.
“I do not suffer. It is nothing, it does not matter,” he said indifferently.
“But you will be well and strong again soon,” she said encouragingly.
“I don't know that I shall be. I don't know that I care to be. I suppose you cannot understand why I sent for you,” he said after a brief silence.
“No,” answered Virginia. “After what has happened.”
A spasm of pain contracted his face.
“I have hidden myself away from that at last—here,” he said.
“I wish we had never known,” said Virginia.