But you promised I should hear from you again.

And I have never heard.

And oh, Geoffrey, it was so lonely at the inn!" She stopped again, and supported herself by resting her hand on the table.

The faintness was stealing back on her.

She tried to go on again.
It was useless--she could only look at him now.
"What do you want ?" he asked, in the tone of a man who was putting an unimportant question to a total stranger.
A last gleam of her old energy flickered up in her face, like a dying flame.
"I am broken by what I have gone through," she said.