But now as he looked down at her she saw in his gaunt lean face a reflection of that tenderness; and there was a pity in his voice which set her lip to quivering.
"The sooner we have this over," he said, "the better it will be for Joe." "Yes." "Tomorrow!" "Yes." "At four!" "All right." "I'll see to it." "Thank you." There was a pause.
"Is there any special cemetery?
You have any preference ?" he asked.
"I don't know any in New York." And again there was a silence.
"You haven't been here long," he said.
"You'll be going back now to your home, I suppose." "I haven't any." "Oh," he said.

She glanced up and saw a gleam of uneasiness in his steady tired eyes.

She shrank a little.
"You have no relatives living ?" he asked.
"None that I care about," she replied.

She swallowed sharply.

"They're scattered--gone West.