“What d’you think it is?”
When he told her she grew deathly pale, and her lips even turned, yellow. she began to cry, hopelessly, quietly at first and then with choking sobs.
“I’m awfully sorry,” he said at last. “But I had to tell you.”
“I may just as well kill myself and have done with it.”
He took no notice of the threat.
“Have you got any money?” he asked.