"Bosio was there, in the room, when they told my father the news." "No doubt," said Taquisara, beginning to walk up and down.

"No doubt," he repeated.

"But--" He lit his cigar instead of finishing the sentence, and his eyes were thoughtful.
"But--what ?" asked his friend, dejectedly.

"If it had not been true, they would not have said it.

It is all over." "Life, you mean?
I doubt that.