“I know he wouldn't,” answered her father, with a sort of groan. “He's going to leave Equity for one thing, and—”
“Going to leave Equity,” she repeated, absently Then he felt her tremble. “How do you know he's going?” She turned upon her father, and fixed him sternly with her eyes.
“Do you suppose he would stay, after what's happened, any longer than he could help?”
“How do you know he's going?” she repeated.
“He told me.”
She stood up. “He told you? When?”
“To-night.”
“Why, where—where did you see him?” she whispered.
“In the office.”
“Since—since—I came? Bartley been here! And you didn't tell me,—you didn't let me know?” They looked at each other in silence. At last, “When is he going?” she asked.