Part 4 (2/2)
”Merry Christmas, Jimmy!”
”What _wonderful_ roses! Thanks a thousand times!”
”But of course I knew! No other h to have a woht o'clock by a bunch of flowers!”
”Forgive you!” (It was clear that she did)
”Jio!”
”You weren't going! You mean to say that you had refused?”
”I don't understand--it's the connection--West?”
”Why, ranches look after theht on You don't _mean_ it, on Christmas day!”
”I shouldn't care for your reasons They're sure to be ridiculous--unpractical--unnecessary--don't tell them to me”
There was a pause, and then the voice, which had undergone a slight change said:
”Jack's ill againthat's why I couldn't go to Tuxedo I shall pass the day here in town I called up to tell you this--and to suggest--but since you're going West”
Falconer's illnesses! Hoell Bulstrode knew them, and hoell he could see her alone in the fa-room by a hearth not built for a Christ, ”I'll stand by you” It was a kind of vow--a real vow, and the poor tramp had lived up to his
”Jimmy” There was a note he had never heard before; if a tone can be a tear, it was one
He interrupted her
”How dear of you!”
”But I haven't any Christmas tree!”