You must call up the office to-morrow and tell them that I am ill, tell them anything.

I must get at least a day or two start before they--" "Carlton," she interrupted, "what is the matter?
What have you--" She checked herself in surprise.

He had been fumbling in his pocket and now laid down a pile of green and yellow banknotes on the table.
"I have scraped together every last cent I can spare," he continued, talking jerkily to suppress his emotion.

"They cannot take those away from you, Constance.

And--when I am settled--in a new life," he swallowed hard and averted his eyes further from her startled gaze, "under a new name, somewhere, if you have just a little spot in your heart that still responds to me, I--I--no, it is too much even to hope.
Constance, the accounts will not come out right because I am--I am an embezzler." He bit off the word viciously and then sank his head into his hands and bowed it to a depth that alone could express his shame.
Why did she not say something, do something?
Some women would have fainted.