"I suppose it was kind of them all to come," she said.
She sat down listlessly in a straight-backed chair, and then, at a momentary end of her fine strength suddenly broke into tears and sobs and buried her head on her arms.

Paul rose, bent over her and clasped her shoulders comfortingly.

Presently she turned and blindly sought his embrace.

He raised her to her feet, and they stood as they had done years ago, when, boy and girl, they had come to the parting of their ways.

She cried silently for a while, and then she said miserably: "I've only you left, dear." In this hour of spent effort and lassitude it was a queer physical comfort, very pure and sweet, to feel the close contact of her young, strong body.