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Henry gave it.

"6345 Gerrard, please. . . . Yes, is that��? Yes, I want to speak to Mr. Trenchard, please��Oh, I know he's asleep. Of course, but this is very serious. Illness. Yes. He must come at once. . . . Oh, is that you, Henry? Sorry to make you come down at this unearthly hour. Yes��it's Mary Cass. You must come over here at once. It's Millie. She's very ill. No, I don't know what the matter is, but you must come. Yes, at once."

"What I want," she said, her upper lip trembling like a child's, "is for every one to know how good he was��how wonderfully good! So few people knew him��they thought him stiff and proud. He was shy and reserved. But his goodness! There never was any one so good��there never will be again. You knew that. You felt it. . . . I don't know . . . I can't believe that we shall never��never again . . . see . . . hear . . ."

He realized that there was nothing to be done. He sat there waiting for sentence to be pronounced.

Henry was going. . . . He was being pushed backwards. He caught a large fold of Duncombe's fat between his fingers and pinched. Then he was conscious that in another moment he would be over; he was falling, the ceiling, far away, beat down toward him, his left arm shot out and his fingers fastened themselves into Duncombe's posterior, which was large and soft, then, with a cry he fell, Duncombe on top of him.

"You tell him that?" Millie said furiously.

"He had a very sad life," said Henry. "He had consumption and the critics abused his poetry, and he loved a young lady who treated him very badly. He was very young when he died in Italy."

"Now I must go." She got up. They stood in a long wonderful embrace. He would not let her go. She came back to him again and again; then she broke away and, her heart beating with ecstasy and happiness, came out into the hall that now seemed dark and misty.

"You wait," said Millie, "he may develop terribly after marriage. They often do. He may beat you and spend your money riotously and leave you for weeks at a time."

Millie and Peter? Why not? Only that would be needed to complete his happiness, his wonderful, miraculous happiness.

"There you're wrong! you're wrong indeed! I'd love to make you well. It isn't sentiment. It's truth. How have I dared to tell you about my silly little affair when you've suffered as you have! How selfish I am and egoistic��give me a chance to help you and I'll show you what I can do."