I wanted you always to be happy and handsome and successful--to have all the things that a great man ought to have, and, once in a way, the careless holidays that great men are not permitted." Bartley gave a bitter little laugh, and Hilda looked up and read in the deepening lines of his face that youth and Bartley would not much longer struggle together.
"I understand, Bartley.

I was wrong.

But I didn't know.

You've only to tell me now.

What must I do that I've not done, or what must I not do ?" She listened intently, but she heard nothing but the creaking of his chair.