'Yes, a little bit,' she owned. 'And—and I'm not cured yet. I still want to go back. There, I tell you that! I haven't told even Peggy. I've told her all my sins, but I've not told her that I'm impenitent. I should like to try again. What else is there for me to try for? You have your work; what have I? I can't get my thoughts away from it all.'
She regarded him with a piteous appeal as she confessed that she was not yet chastened.
'You can go back and have another shot,' he said slowly.
Trix would not tell him why that was impossible.
'I'm afraid the door's shut in my face,' was as definite as she could bring herself to be.
'Well, we shall have the benefit, perhaps.'
'If I told you all about it, I don't think you'd want me here.'
'If we all knew all about one another, should we ever pay visits?'
'Never, I suppose. Or face it out and live together always! But, seriously, I should be afraid to tell you.'