The doctor allowed his tears to flow unchecked.
"You will be better now," he said presently.

"Now drink this, then lie down on the sofa.

We must not be having you ill, you know." Frank gulped down the contents of the glass, and, passive as a child, allowed the doctor to place him upon the sofa.
"God help and strengthen you, my poor boy," he said; "ask help from Him." For an hour Frank lay sobbing on the sofa, and then, remembering the doctor's last words, he knelt beside it and prayed for strength.
A week had passed.

The blinds were up again.

Mrs.Hargate had been laid in her last home, and Frank was sitting alone again in the little parlor thinking over what had best be done.