Give me one kind word at parting, and I'll think of it in my prison, night and day." He withdrew from the window with another deep sigh, told Cartwright, cheerfully, it was all right, and proceeded to pack up his traps.
Meantime Phoebe sat at her window and cried bitterly.

Her words had been braver than her heart.
Falcon managed to pay the trifle he owed for the lodgings, and presently he came out with Cartwright, and the attendant called a cab.

His things were thrown in, and Cartwright invited him to follow.

Then he looked up, and cast a genuine look of terror and misery at Phoebe.

He thought she would have relented before this.
Her heart gave way; I am afraid it would, even without that piteous and mute appeal.