It touched his chest, and he stepped back as though he had been shot.
'It's Maisie!' said he, with a dry sob.

'What are you doing here ?' 'I came--I came--to see you, please.' Dick's lips closed firmly.
'Won't you sit down, then?
You see, I've had some bother with my eyes, and----' 'I know.

I know.

Why didn't you tell me ?' 'I couldn't write.' 'You might have told Mr.Torpenhow.' 'What has he to do with my affairs ?' 'He--he brought me from Vitry-sur-Marne.

He thought I ought to see you.' 'Why, what has happened?
Can I do anything for you?
No, I can't.