"Will you come to-morrow morning?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Come early. I am quite certain of how matters are with me. Everything has gone out of my life--everything I once cared for--all the familiar things. So come early, for I am quite alone without you."
"And I without you, Rosalind."
"That is only right," she said simply. "I shall cast no more shadows for you. . . . Are you going? . . . Oh, I know it is best that you should go, but--"
He halted. She laid both hands in his.
"We both have it," she faltered--"every symptom. And--you will come early, won"t you?"
THE END