"You couldn't have done a kinder thing than come here, Betty; I
can't begin to tell you how grateful I am--and as for my loving
you--why, I'll just keep on doing that to the end. I can see
myself a bent, old man still pestering you with my attentions,
and you a sweet, old lady with snow-white hair and pink cheeks,
still obdurate--still saying no! Oh, Lord, isn't it awful!" He
had lifted himself on his elbow, and now sank back on his pillow.

Betty paused irresolutely.

"Charley--"

"Yes, dear?"

"Can't you be happy without me?"

"No,"

"But you don't try to be!"

"No use in my making any such foolish effort, I'd be doomed to
failure."

"Good-by, Charley--I really must go--"

He looked up yearningly into her face, and yielding to a sudden
impulse, she stooped and kissed him on the forehead, then she
fled from the room.