Falcon, shabbily dressed, came in, and threw himself into a chair.

She started up with a scream, then sank down again, trembling, and
turned her face to the wall.

"So you are going to run away from me!" said he savagely.

"Ay, Reginald," said she meekly.

"This is your fine love, is it?"

"You have worn it out, dear," she said softly, without turning her head
from the wall.

"I wish I could say as much; but, curse it, every time I leave you I
learn to love you more. I am never really happy but when I am with you."

"Bless you for saying that, dear. I often thought you MUST find that out
one day; but you took too long."

"Oh, better late than never. Phoebe! Can you have the heart to go to the
Cape, and leave me all alone in the world, with nobody that really cares
for me? Surely you are not obliged to go."

"Yes; my father left Dick and me fifteen hundred pounds apiece to go:
that was the condition. Poor Dick loves his unhappy sister. He won't go
without me--I should be his ruin--poor Dick, that really loves me;
and he lay a-dying here, and the good doctor and me--God bless him--we
brought him back from the grave. Ah, you little know what I have
gone through. You were not here. Catch you being near me when I am in