"Ah, I forgot! If Denham could but have come with Roy! Then we should both be happy, we should want nothing. Except—for my papa and my mamma to return."
Another tear fell.
"But we will ask Roy, and he will tell us about Denham. Perhaps he will have brought you a message from him."
"No," answered Polly. "Roy comes from Bitche, not from Verdun. 'Tis a great while since he saw them. And, Molly, you must not ask."
"Not ask!"
"Not for me. Nothing for me. How can I tell now,—so long as it is since any letter came? And no message, none at all, in the last that did come. Do you not see?"
"You mean—But Polly, you do not think Denham has changed towards you? He cannot have done so."
"I cannot tell. It may be. I am a woman, dear, and I may not be sure, without reason. In my heart, I think I do trust him. And if Roy tells—but you must not ask for me."
"Not even how Denham is?"
"Yes; that for yourself. But nothing for me."