I never--thought of that, Charlotte.

I never thought of that." "Don't you worry anything about it." Charlotte had never touched him, except to minister to his illness, since she had been there.

Now she went close, and smoothed his hair with her tender hands.

"Don't you worry," she said again.
Barney looked up in her face.

"Charlotte." "What is it ?" "I--want you--to go--home." Charlotte started.