He knew the outline of the course at the university, and he forged ahead with feverish energy.
Meanwhile the judge's condition was slowly improving.
One afternoon Sandy sat at his table, deep in his work.

He heard the key turn in its lock and the door open, but he did not look up.
Suddenly he was aware of the soft rustle of skirts, and, lifting his eyes, he saw Ruth.

For a moment he did not move, thinking she must be but the substance of his dream.

Then her black dress caught his attention, and he started to his feet.
"Carter ?" he cried--"is he--" Ruth nodded; her face was white and drawn, and purple shadows lay about her eyes.
"He's dead," she whispered, with a catch in her voice; then she went on in breathless explanation: "but he told me first.

He said, 'Hurry back, Ruth, and make it right.