"That will explain?"
"No," said Stafford, with his unsparing truthfulness, "it will not explain."
"How fagged you look!"
"Yes, I am tired."
"You must go now, and like this?"
"I think that is less bad than anything else."
"You can't tell me?"
"Not now, old fellow. Perhaps I will some day."
"You'll let me know what you're doing? Hallo, she's off! And, Stafford, nothing ever between us?"
"Why should there be?" he answered, with some surprise. "But you know there couldn't be."