He does not write to me. He did write day after day, two or three times a day, for about a week. That was in June, when I came back here. [With drooping head.] He never writes now.
Sir William.
Visits ye——?
Rose.
No.
Sir William.
Comes troubadouring——-?
Rose.
No, no, no. I have not seen him since that night.
I refused to see him———[With a catch in her breath.] Why, he may be——!