Her hands fell upon his shoulders.
"What are you doing, George?
Are--are you crazy ?" "Crazy _nothing_," he choked out, biting his lip.

"Go away, Anne.

I'm just a damned fool, that's all.

I--" "Mother, he's--he's crying," whispered Anne, bewildered.

"What is it, George ?" For the first time in her life she slipped an affectionate arm about him and laid her cheek against his sleek, black hair.