So I'll be going--and many thanks!" He was gone with the words, snatching his hat from a chair where he had thrown it, and departing into the glare of the desert with never a backward glance.
Sylvia turned swiftly to her husband, and found his eyes upon her.
"With a gasping cry she caught his arm.

Oh, can't you go after him?
Can't you bring him back ?" He freed the arm to put it round her, with the gesture of one who comforts a hurt child.

"My dear, it's no good," he said.

"Let him go!" "But, Burke--" she cried.

"Oh, Burke----" "I know," he made answer, still soothing her.