For grant they be so, while they rest unknown,
Why need a man forestall his day of grief,
And run to meet what he would most avoid?”
I said nothing to Robert until after supper, then when he was placidly smoking, I told him what I had read. Was it true, I asked.
“Yes, Milly, it was true,” he replied.
“Then that man is here? In Chicago?”
“Yes.”
“Has he been here long, Robert?”
“About three months.”
“And you never told me?”