Arthur Conan Doyle,
A Duet, with an Occasional Chorus…
(1899)
“ Even Maude was for an instant daunted by the sum. The sale of their furniture would hardly meet it. It was the blackest hour of their lives, and yet, always a strange sweet undercurrent of joy was running through it, for it is only sorrow, fairly shared and bravely borne, which can weld two human souls together.Dinner was over when there came a ring at the bell.‘If you please, sir, Mr. Farintosh would like to see you,’ said the maid Jemima.‘Show him in here.’‘Don’t you think, Frank, that I had better go?’‘No, I don’t. I never asked him to come. If he comes, let him face us both. ”
