Wilfrid told me of it.

He told me on Sunday--' Her voice was a little uncertain.
'Give me your hand, dear,' said Mrs.Baxendale.

'There, now tell me the rest.' Beatrice half sobbed.
'Yes, I can now more easily,' she continued, with hurried utterance.
'Your hand is just what I wanted; it is help, dear help.

But you mustn't think I am weak; I could have stood alone.

Yes, he told me on Sunday.
And that of course was the end.' 'At his desire ?' 'His and mine.