The poor boy--" Jane loosened her hands from his and drew back.

The doctor paused in his recital.
"Is he ill ?" she inquired, a slight shiver running through her.
"Worse than ill! I'm afraid you'll never see him again." "You mean that he is dead?
Where ?" "Yes, dead, in Rio.

The letter arrived this morning." "And you came all the way up here to tell me this ?" she asked, with an effort to hide her astonishment.

Her eyes dropped for a moment and her voice trembled.

Then she went on.