with relief and disappointment. Something stronger than oneself. And she dropped her bracelet and cried, "There, Nick! There it is, close to the fender," as Curtis came into the room.
"Curtis, darling! Where did you come from? Doesn't Nick look devoted? But, alas! he's only looking for my bracelet. I must have the clasp fixed. Dearest, how glad I am to see you—thank you, Nick—but why have you come home?"
"I—I've got awfully sad news for you, Christabel."
"What? Curtis, what?"
"Uncle Johnnie died this afternoon."
She sank to the seat in front of the fire, and covered her face with her hands. Nick was still kneeling on one side, Curtis dropped to his knees on the other, patting her arm.
"I shouldn't have told you so suddenly."
"Shall I get you some water?"
"No, no. I'll try to be brave in a minute."
"You are brave, Christabel darling. You're
