I crossed to London with your trunks.

There I learned that--that they were sending your remains home.

I realized I had to get you word somehow, and I realized the only way was for me to come and tell you.

So I sold some more of your gowns, and just caught the Mauretania, and here I am." So ending, Olivetta, as though her bones had melted, subsided into a gelatinous heap of dejection, dabbing her crimson eyes with a handkerchief already saturated with liquid woe.
"It's a relief to know it wasn't you," said Mrs.De Peyster.
"I'm sure--it's kind of you--to say so," snuffled Olivetta gratefully.
"But, aside from your being safe, our situation is unchanged," said Mrs.De Peyster in tremulous, awe-stricken tone.

"For that--that person is coming here just the same!" "I know.