She only knew that a great change had come over him; that, in spite of the evident strain which was upon him, there was something gentle, respectful, considerate, in his face, back of Its exterior hardness--a slumbering, triumphant something that made an instant appeal to her, lighting her eyes, coloring her face, making her heart beat with an unaccountable gladness.
"Oh," she said; "what has happened to you ?" "Nothin'," he answered, with a grave smile.

"That is, nothin'-- yet.
Except that I've found out what a fool I've been.

But I've found it out too late." "No," she said, reaching the quick conclusion that he meant it was too late for him to complete his reformation; "it is never too late." "I think I know what you mean," he answered.

"But you've got it wrong.
It's somethin' else.

I've got to get out of here--got to hit the breeze out of the country.