I'm commanding this expedition. Yours not to answer
why. Yours but to do and die." And she knocked on the door of the
room at which they had stopped.
It was opened by a nurse in uniform. James observed that she, too,
like Mrs. Maloney, brightened at sight of the visitor.
"Mr. Marchant will be pleased to see you, Miss Frome."
He was. His gladness illuminated the white face through the skin
of which the cheek bones appeared about to emerge. A thin blue-
veined hand shot forward to meet hers.
"Oh, comrade, but I'm glad to meet you."
"I think you know Mr. Farnum."
The man propped up in bed nodded a little grin at the lawyer.
"We've met. It was years ago in Jeff's rooms."
"Oh--er--yes. Yes, I remember."
Presently Jeff and Sam Miller dropped in to see the invalid. From
chance remarks the lawyer gathered that the little cobbler had
brought himself so low by giving his overcoat one bitter night to
a poor girl he had found shivering in the streets.
The frankness with which they discussed before Alice Frome things
never referred to in good society shocked James.
It appeared that the story of this little factory girl who had
been led astray was still urgent in Marchant's mind.
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