``Who put that notion in your head? There's nothing
in it, Mildred. Jennings is crazy about your voice,
and he knows.''
``Jennings is after the money,'' replied Mildred.
``What I'm saying is the truth. Stanley, our beautiful
dream of a career has winked out.''
His expression was most revealing.
``And,'' she went on, ``I'm not going to take any
more of your money--and, of course, I'll pay back
what I've borrowed when I can''--she smiled--``which
may not be very soon.''
``What's all this about, anyhow?'' demanded he. ``I
don't see any sign of it in your face. You wouldn't
take it so coolly if it were so.''
``I don't understand why I'm not wringing my hands
and weeping,'' replied she. ``Every few minutes I tell
myself that I ought to be. But I stay quite calm. I
suppose I'm--sort of stupefied.''
``Do you really mean that you've given up?'' cried
he.
``It's no use to waste the money, Stanley. I've got
the voice, and that's what deceived us all. But there's
nothing BEHIND the voice.
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