I've nobody else to turn to,--won't you, Jack ?" "Come! of course I'll come, Corinne,--now,--this minute, if he's home, or to-night, or any time you say.

Suppose I go back with you and wait.
Garry's working too hard, that's it,--he was always that way, puts his whole soul into anything he gets interested in and never lets up until it's accomplished." He waited for some reply, but she was still toying with the handle of her parasol.

Her mind had not been on his proffered help,--she had not heard him, in fact.
"And, Jack," she went on in the same heart-broken tone through which an unbidden sob seemed to struggle.
"Yes, I am listening, Corinne,--what is it ?" "I want you to forgive me for the way I have always treated you.

I have--" "Why, Corinne, what nonsense! Don't you bother your head about such--" "Yes, but I do, and it is because I have never done anything but be ugly to you.

When you lived with us I--" "But we were children then, Corinne, and neither of us knew any better.
I won't hear one word of such nonsense.