his face wistfully. "I don't know," she said, reluctantly. "I can't see now how there can ever be a way out; anyway, not while David is so little. No, dear, there is absolutely no escape from the fog or the tangle of circumstances. There is no use for us to hope."
"But couldn't I take you both away, where no one knows anything about you or about anything here?"
"Away from Grandma, and leave her old and alone? Oh, no, I couldn't."
"But wouldn't she go, too?"
"Transplant her, at her age, to foreign soil? No, no; it couldn't be done. No, I've thought of everything, absolutely everything, but there is no way."
"Then you mean that there is actually no hope for me? That I must go away"
"Oh, not go away! You wouldn't go away?" cried Evalani, her eyes wide with fear and pain.
"But how can I stay here like this?" protested Dick, "loving you as I do and knowing that you love me. You don't know—you can never know—what I suffered with that dead grey curtain down between us for all of those interminable days."
Evalani glanced at the ironwood screen which now swayed softly where the curtain had spread its dull, grey barrier. "Don't I know?" her lips quivered and she bowed her head upon their folded hands upon his breast.
For several moments they stood silently and then
