What if Louise, with her pitiful story and her caged, earthy life, had after all found what the other had missed?
He pulled himself together; it was too good to be true.
One day Louise asked him abruptly if he had been to see the girl in the house which he had visited with Pennell.

He told her no, and she said--they had met by chance in the town--"Well, go you immediately, then, or you will not see her." "What do you mean ?" he asked.

"Is she ill--dying ?" "Ah, non, not dying, but she is ill.

They will take her to a 'ospital to-morrow.

But this afternoon she will be in bed.