Kate stood by her side.
"Come," she whispered; "come, Patty." Patty turned without question or remonstrance and followed her up stairs.
"Kate, dear Kate!" "What is it, darling ?" "He is all alone!" At midnight John tiptoed into the music-room.

Warrington had not moved.

John tapped him on the shoulder.
"You mustn't stay here, old man.

Come to bed." Warrington stood up.
"Would you like a drop of brandy ?" Warrington shook his head.
"It is terribly hard," said John, throwing his arm across the other's shoulders.

"I know; I understand.