“Dolly, I’ve received bad news.”
“What is it—tell me? Don’t keep me in suspense.”
“It is about some one you know.”
“News of Hugh?” she cried, her thoughts at once reverting to the man she loved.
He nodded, but did not reply.
“What of him? Where is he?”
“Dolly,” he said hesitatingly,—“he is dead.”
“Dead!” she gasped, clutching at a chair for support.
She would have fallen had he not rushed to her and placed his arm around her waist. In a few moments, however, she recovered herself.
“You—you tell me he is dead. How do you know?”