“Oh, Paul, don’t tell me! I can’t bear it.”
“I shall never get it out of my eyes.”
“And the child?”
“The child’s all right; she didn’t take it.”
“Oh, what have we done, Paul—you and I?”
“It’s my fault,” he cried—“only mine!”
“Have you seen Bridger?”
“No; they went to tell him, and I couldn’t bear it any more. Oh, I wish I could get it out of my eyes.”
He looked at his hands and shuddered; then he got up.
“I must go and see Bridger.”