"Not you!" she said sharply, as Tom Vanrevel started toward her.

Mrs.Tanberry came quickly and put an arm about her, and together they went out of the room.
"You must be good to her, Tom," said Crailey then, in a very low voice.
"I!" answered Tom, gently.

"There was never a chance of that, lad." "Listen," whispered Crailey.

"Lean down--no--closer." He cast a quick glance at Fanchon, kneeling at the other side of the bed, her golden head on the white coverlet, her outstretched hand clutching his; and he spoke so close to Tom's ear and in so low a tone that only Tom could hear.

"She never cared for me.