'Are you getting suspicious of me, Edith? That's not like you. Mind you, it's a great mistake in a woman; women should always trust. Mistrust sometimes drives a man to—to—Oh, anyhow, it's a great mistake.'
'I only want you to tell me something, Bruce. I'll believe you implicitly if you'll answer…. Do you ever see Miss Townsend now?'
'Never, on my honour! I swear it.' He spoke with such genuine good faith that she believed him at once.
'Thanks. I'm glad. And—have you never since—'
'Never seen her, never written to her, never communicated with her since she left! Don't know where she is and don't care. Now you do believe me?' he asked, with all the earnestness and energy of truth.
'Absolutely. Forgive me for asking.'
'Oh, that's all right.'
He was relieved, and smiled.
'All right, Bruce dear. I'm glad. It would have worried me.'
'Now go, Edith. Don't bother to wait till I get in. I'll write to you—I'll write to you soon.'