"I will get them all away to-day, Lionel, but I, myself, will stay till to-morrow morning." For the first time during this strange, to her this unutterably painful conversation, Varick showed a touch of real, genuine feeling.

It was as if a mask had fallen from his face.
He gripped her hand.

"You're a brick!" he exclaimed.

"I ought to tell you to go away, too, but I won't be proud, Blanche.

I'll accept your kindness.".