"You do love me, don't you?" she whispered, clinging to me with a sudden, straining passion. "You will love me, always no matter what happens?" "Why, of course, Nancy," I answered. "I want to hear you say it, 'I love you, I shall love you always.'" I repeated it fervently.... "No matter what happens?" "No matter what happens. As if I could help it, Nancy! Why are you so sad to-night?" "Ah, Hugh, it makes me sad--I can't tell why. It is so great, it is so terrible, and yet it's so sweet and beautiful." She took my face in her hands and pressed a kiss against my forehead.... The next day was dark. At two o'clock in the afternoon the electric light was still burning over my desk when the telephone rang and I heard Nancy's voice. "Is that you, Hugh?" "Yes." "I have to go East this afternoon." "Why?" I asked. Her agitation had communicated itself to me. "I thought you weren't going until Thursday. What's the matter?" "I've just had a telegram," she said. "Ham's been hurt--I don't know how badly--he was thrown from a polo pony this morning at Narragansett, in practice, and they're taking him to Boston to a private hospital. The telegram's from Johnny Shephard. I'll be at the house in town at four." Filled with forebodings I tried in vain to suppress I dropped the work I was doing and got up and paced the room, pausing now and again to gaze out of the window at the wet roofs and the grey skies. I was aghast at the idea of her going to Ham now even though he were hurt badly hurt; and yet I tried to think it was natural, that it was fine of her to respond to such a call. And she couldn't very well refuse his summons. But it was not the news of her husband's accident that inspired the greater fear, which was quelled and soothed only to rise again when I recalled the note I had heard in her voice, a note eloquent of tragedy--of tragedy she had foreseen. At length, unable to remain where I was any longer, I descended to the street and walked uptown in the rain. The Durrett house was closed, the blinds of its many windows drawn, but Nancy was watching for me and opened the door. So used had I grown to seeing her in the simple linen dresses she had worn in the country, a costume associated with exclusive possession, that the sight of her travelling suit and hat renewed in me an agony of apprehension. The unforeseen event seemed to have transformed her once more. Her veil was drawn up, her face was pale, in her eyes were traces of tears. "You're going?" I asked, as I took her hands. "Hugh, I have to go." She led me through the dark, shrouded drawing room into the little salon where the windows were open on the silent city-garden. I took her in my arms; she did not resist, as I half expected, but clung to me with what seemed desperation. "I have to go, dear--you won't make it too hard for me! It's only--ordinary decency, and there's no one else to go to him." She drew me to the sofa, her eyes beseeching me.