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Under the window rang the sharp gong of a city patrol-wagon. It rumbled

through the gates back to the courtyard, where its continued clamor

summoned white-coated orderlies.

An operating-room case, probably. Sidney, chin lifted, listened carefully.

If it was a case for her, the elevator would go up to the operating-room.

With a renewed sense of loss, Max saw that already she had put him out of

her mind. The call to service was to her a call to battle. Her sensitive

nostrils quivered; her young figure stood erect, alert.

"It has gone up!"

She took a step toward the door, hesitated, came back, and put a light hand

on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, dear Max."

She had kissed him lightly on the cheek before he knew what she intended to

do. So passionless was the little caress that, perhaps more than anything

else, it typified the change in their relation.

When the door closed behind her, he saw that she had left her ring on the

arm of his chair. He picked it up. It was still warm from her finger. He

held it to his lips with a quick gesture. In all his successful young life

he had never before felt the bitterness of failure. The very warmth of the

little ring hurt.

Why hadn't they let him die? He didn't want to live--he wouldn't live.

Nobody cared for him! He would-His eyes, lifted from the ring, fell on the red glow of the roses that had

come that morning. Even in the half light, they glowed with fiery color.

The ring was in his right hand. With the left he settled his collar and

soft silk tie.

K. saw Carlotta that evening for the last time. Katie brought word to him,

where he was helping Harriet close her trunk,--she was on her way to Europe

for the fall styles,--that he was wanted in the lower hall.

"A lady!" she said, closing the door behind her by way of caution. "And a

good thing for her she's not from the alley. The way those people beg off

you is a sin and a shame, and it's not at home you're going to be to them

from now on."

So K. had put on his coat and, without so much as a glance in Harriet's

mirror, had gone down the stairs. Carlotta was in the lower hall. She

stood under the chandelier, and he saw at once the ravages that trouble had

made in her. She was a dead white, and she looked ten years older than her

age.