“This can’t go on. We must do something — at once.”

They were in the music room, Paula at the piano, her face turned up to Graham who stood close to her, almost over her.

“You must decide,” Graham continued.

Neither face showed happiness in the great thing that had come upon them, now that they considered what they must do.

“But I don’t want you to go,” Paula urged. “I don’t know what I want. You must bear with me. I am not considering myself. I am past considering myself. But I must consider Dick. I must consider you. I� I am so unused to such a situation,” she concluded with a wan smile.

“But it must be settled, dear love. Dick is not blind.”