"You could have found out where she went in case she changed her mind. But perhaps you did find out?"
"No. For she didn't seem like the kind of girl who
would change her mind about a kind of fellow like me. Besides, I was sort of stunned by the difference in her manner just at the moment. When I came to myself—I mean, about wondering if I could have done anything better, and realizing what a terrible lot I cared, she was gone. Then I hoped Ena would hear from her. I think she promised to write. But it appears that she never did so."
"Is she in New York still?"
"I wish to heaven I knew!"
"Couldn't you find out?"
"I might, if I wanted to be a cad."
"Why—what do you mean?"
"I dare say a private detective would undertake the job. Sometimes I've been tempted—yet no, I don't believe I ever did come near to playing the game as low down as that."
"But it might be for her good––"