45/56 I knew you would not come on 'the first sunny day.'" "Why did you think I would not come? He stood, balanced, staring dreamily into the dim perspective; and again her fascinated eyes ventured to rest on the worn, white face, listless, sombre in its fixedness. At length she stammered: "I did not come b-because I simply couldn't stand it!" His face cleared as he turned quietly: "Child, you must not confuse matters. You must not think of being sorry for me. The old order is passing--ticking away on every clock in the world. |