"And my mail was not forwarded.

I came directly I received the ring--at once, as I told you I should." "Well, sit down and let us talk"-- impatiently--"it doesn't matter--nothing matters since you have come in time." "In time?
What do you mean?
In time for what?
Pauline, tell me"-- advancing a step--"tell me, in God's Name, what are you doing in this place ?" He glanced significantly round the shabby room with its threadbare carpet and distempered walls.
"I'm living here--" "_Living here?
You ?_" "Yes.

Why not?
Soon"-- indifferently--"I shall be dying here.

It is, at least, as good a place to die in as any other." "Dying ?" The man's pleasant baritone voice suddenly shook.

"Dying?
Oh, no, no! You've been ill--I can see that--but with care and good nursing--" "Don't deceive yourself, my friend," she interrupted him remorselessly.
"See, come to the window.