"You _know_, Marcia Farrell, I ain't goin' ter tell you. The Doctor said he thought fust along, it was because Ewart knew he was your father; but he said his eyes was opened mighty sudden--an' it 'bout made him sick, for he thinks a sight of you, Marcia. I see from the fust how things was driftin' with George, and as him an' me had recognized one 'nother from the fust, an' as he did n't say he knew you, I kept still. I was n't goin' to meddle, an' I ain't goin' to meddle now--only I 'm goin' straight off to tell him where you are." "But he has n't tried to find me--" "No, nor he never will. Your mother 'bout killed him when he was a boy, an' he is n't goin' to run after you who has 'bout killed him again as a man. You don't know nothin' what you 've done. I 've been through hell with him these last six weeks, an' I went through it with him once before twenty-eight years ago, an' that hell compared with this was like a campfire to a forest-roarer.-- Now you know." "Cale--Cale, what have I done?" "You 've done what will take the rest of your life to undo. I ain't goin' to meddle, I tell you, but I 'm tellin' you just as things stand. My part's done--for I 've found you; an' I 'm goin' to tell him so." He stood up; as it were, shook himself together, and without any ceremony started for the door. "Cale, don't go yet--I want to tell you; you don't see my position--" "Position be hanged. I guess folks that find their lives hangin' by a thread don't stop to argify much 'bout 'position'; they get somewhere where they can _live_--thet 's all they want." He was at the front door by this time. I grasped his arm and held it tight. "You will come again, Cale, you must." "I 'm goin' home to Lamoral as quick as the Montreal express can get me there. I can't breathe here in this hole!" He loosened his shirt collar and took off his coat. It was an unseasonable day in November--an Indian summer day with the mercury at eighty-four. The life of the East Side was flooding the streets. He turned to me as he stood on the low step. "I hope it won't be goodby for another six weeks, Marcia." "Cale, oh, Cale--" He was off down the court with a long stride peculiar to himself. I saw him step over a bunch of babies playing in the mud at the corner of the court. He turned that corner into the street. I went in and shut the door. Delia Beaseley was out for the entire forenoon, but Jane, who had returned from her two weeks vacation, was upstairs. I had plenty of time to think, to feel. I must have sat there in the back room for an hour or more, then the front door bell rang again. I answered it--and found Mr. Ewart. IV "Are you alone?" "Yes." "I wish to see you for a few minutes." "Come into the back room." I led the way. I heard him shut the front door.