been through. My eyes would seem darker, wouldn't they, against white, and then my voice—er—it isn't very strong yet." "Really——!" he muttered, uncomfortably, his gaze on the gray blanket. "Well, you see, I suppose it's what I've been through. My eyes seem darker, wouldn't they, against white, and then my voice—er—it isn't very strong yet." "Yes, that's it," she replied. "Yes, that's it," she replied. Her eyes daunted him from his purpose a little, and he knew that he would have to use extreme caution, but he had resolved whatever came to see the game through. After all, if she discovered his secret, it was only what he had tried in vain to tell her. Her eyes daunted him from his purpose a little, and he knew that he would have to use extreme caution, but he had resolved whatever came to see the game through. After all, if she discovered his secret, it was only what he had tried in vain to tell her. "I'm sure of it," he went on. "When a fellow comes as near death as I've been, it makes him different. I seem to think in a new way about a lot of things—you, for instance." "I'm sure of it," he went on. "When a fellow comes as near death as I've been, it makes him different. I seem to think in a new way about a lot of things—you, for instance." "Me——?" He fancied that there was a hard note in her voice, a little toss, scarcely perceptible, of the rounded chin. "Me——?" He fancied that there was a hard note in her voice, a little toss, scarcely perceptible, of the rounded chin. "Yes. You see, you oughtn't ever to have married me. You're too good for me. I'm just a plain rotter and you—oh, what's the use?" "Yes. You see, you oughtn't ever to have married me. You're too good for me. I'm just a plain rotter and you—oh, what's the use?" He paused, hoping that she would speak. She did, after a silence and a shrug. He paused, hoping that she would speak. She did, after a silence and a shrug. "Father wanted it. It was one way of paying what he owed you. I don't know how much that was,
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