'I ought to introduce myself,' he said, as the horse capered in the blinding white dust. 'My name is Torpenhow. Dick Heldar is my best friend, and—and—the fact is that he has gone blind.'
'Blind!' said Maisie stupidly. 'He can't be blind.'
'He has been stone-blind for nearly two months.'
Maisie lifted up her face, and it was pearly white. 'No! No! Not blind! I won't have him blind!'
'Would you care to see for yourself?' said Torpenhow.
'Now,—at once?'
'Oh no! The Paris train doesn't go through this place till eight to-night. There will be ample time.'
'Did Mr. Heldar send you to me?'
'Certainly not. Dick wouldn't do that sort of thing. He's sitting in his studio, turning over some letters that he can't read because he's blind.'
There was a sound of choking from the sun-hat. Maisie bowed her head and went into the cottage, where the red-haired girl was on a sofa, complaining of a headache.
'Dick's blind!' said Maisie, taking her breath
