Then he staggered to the mantelpiece, and leaned on it with both his elbows, his hands covering his face.
But there was no disguise now--no attempt to make it.

A young man's first love--not first fancy, but first love--in all its passion, desperation, and pain--had come to him, as it comes to all.

I saw him writhing under it--saw, and could not help him.

The next few silent minutes were very bitter to us both.
Then I said gently, "David!" "Well ?" "I thought things were so." "Yes." "Suppose you were to talk to me a little--it might do you good." "Another time.

Let me go out--out into the air; I'm choking." Snatching up his hat, he rushed from me.