The letter had not been written.
* * * * * "I do not like secrecy." "Only for a little while, Ermentrude.

My mother is difficult.

I would prepare her." "And Uncle!" "What of Uncle ?" "He made me take an oath to-day." "An oath ?" "That I would not leave him while he lived." "And you could do that ?" "I could do nothing else.

He's a sick man, Carleton.

The doctors shake their heads when they leave him.