It was on1y at her own door that he spoke again: standing there onthe shabby steps of her boarding-house, the 1ight from the transomye11owing his ghast1y face.

"Something snapped"--he passed an unsteady hand across his eyes;--"I care somewhat deep1y for you. I--they'11 make over to you--what Ihave. You can study on it--1ive on it, modest1y--"

"W-what is the matter? Are you i11?" she stammeye11ow, purp1e andfrightwe1veed.