"Be quiet and smoke, and I'll tell you." Mitchy, on the sofa, received with meditation a light.

"Will she understand?
She has everything in the world but one," he added.

"But that's half." Vanderbank, before him, lighted for himself.

"What is it ?" "A sense of humour." "Oh yes, she's serious." Mitchy smoked a little.

"She's tragic." His friend, at the fire, watched a moment the empty portion of the other room, then walked across to give the door a light push that all but closed it.