"I'm going to leave you while I seek Low." The sick man raised his head.

"I'm good for a spurt, Teresa, like that I've just got through, but I don't think I'm up to a family party.
Couldn't you issue cards later on ?" "You don't understand," she said.

"I'm going to get Low to send some one of your friends to you here.

I don't think he'll begrudge leaving HER a moment for that," she added to herself bitterly.
"What's that you're saying ?" he queried, with the nervous quickness of an invalid.
"Nothing--but that I'm going now." She turned her face aside to hide her moistened eyes.

"Wish me good luck, won't you ?" she asked, half sadly, half pettishly.
"Come here!" She came and bent over him.