At last Alexander brought out one word:-- "Everything!" Hilda was pale by this time, and her eyes were wide with fright.

She looked about desperately from Bartley to the door, then to the windows, and back again to Bartley.

She rose uncertainly, touched his hair with her hand, then sank back upon her stool.
"I'll do anything you wish me to, Bartley," she said tremulously.

"I can't stand seeing you miserable." "I can't live with myself any longer," he answered roughly.
He rose and pushed the chair behind him and began to walk miserably about the room, seeming to find it too small for him.

He pulled up a window as if the air were heavy.
Hilda watched him from her corner, trembling and scarcely breathing, dark shadows growing about her eyes.
"It.