"Then let me come to see you when I need—when I'm down," he begged.
"No."
"Mel, what harm can it do—just to let me come?"
"No—don't ask me. Daren, I am no stone."
"You'll be sorry when I'm out there in—Woodlawn.... That won't be long."
That broke her courage and her restraint.
"Come, then," she whispered, in tears.
CHAPTER VIII
Lane's intentions and his spirit were too great for his endurance. It was some time before he got downtown again. And upon entering the inn he was told some one had just called him on the telephone.