Caught the table--but it fell over....

That's all." The eyes in his ghastly face closed wearily, then fluttered: "Awfully sorry, Valerie--make such a mess--in your house." "Oh-h--Jose," she sobbed.
After that they took him away to the Presbyterian Hospital; and nobody seemed to find very much the matter with him except that he'd been badly shocked.
But the next day all sensation ceased in his body from the neck downward.
And they told Valerie why.
For ten days he lay there, perfectly conscious, patient, good-humored, and his almond-shaped and hollow eyes rested on Valerie and Rita with a fatalistic serenity subtly tinged with irony.
John Burleson came to see him, and cried.

After he left, Querida said to Valerie: "John and I are destined to remain near neighbours; his grief is well meant, but a trifle premature." "You are not going to die, Jose!" she said gently.
But he only smiled.
Ogilvy came, Annan came, the Countess Helene, and even Mrs.
Hind-Willet.

He inspected them all with his shadowy and mysterious smile, answered them gently deep in his sunken eyes a sombre amusement seemed to dwell.

But there was in it no bitterness.
Then Neville came.