“But I want to.” I hurried on before she could protest further. “When you saw that you’d—you’d hurt me—that day at Rosyth—and that I had disappeared—and gone into the army—and away to England—you got into touch with Evelyn—”
“I wanted to do something,” she declared, in a tone of self-defense. “I couldn’t help it when I knew the need was going to be so great. We didn’t see that all at once, because we thought the war was going to be over in a very little while. But when we began to realize it wasn’t—”
“Oh, I don’t say you did it all on my account.”
Though this was meant to provoke either admission or denial, she glided over it.
“It wasn’t easy to do anything in New York, because we hadn’t got that far as yet; and so I naturally went to Canada. When I did so Annette gave me a line of introduction to Evelyn.”
“And you told her about me.”
She fell into my trap so far as to say: “I didn’t tell her. I simply let her guess.”
“Guess what?”
“All I ever said to her in words was to ask her never to mention my name to you.”