Thank God, Deborah was there, and she was attending to everything.
But when at last it was over, and Roger had spent the next day in his office, had found it impossible to work and so had gone home early, Deborah came to him in his room.
"Now we must have a talk," she said.

"Allan has gone through Bruce's affairs, and there are still debts to be settled, it seems." "How much do they come to, Deborah ?" "About five thousand dollars," she said.

And for a moment neither spoke.

"I wish I could help you out," she went on, "but I have nothing saved and neither has Allan.

We've both kept using our money downtown--except just enough for the trip abroad--and we'll need almost all of that to settle for the funeral." "I can manage," Roger said, and again there was a silence.
"Edith will have to come here to live," Deborah said presently.