There is cold tea and chicken-loaf, bread and butter, and half a tart." The doctor brightened.

"You may have the half-tart," he concluded generously.

"And in return you will forgive me my pessimism.

I believe I am hungry and thirsty and--if I could only swear I should be all right presently." Esther put her small fingers in her ears and directed an absorbed gaze toward the sunset.
Callandar laughed.
"All over!" he called.

"Richard is himself again.