“To America,” said Jack.
“You have been ill?” she said, still more softly.
Jack nodded.
“Yes. I’m all right now. And you? You don’t look quite the thing?”
“Do I not?” she said, with a smile. “I am quite well. And is that all you are going to tell me of your wanderings?”
“No. I’ll tell you everything some other time,” said Jack, quietly.
“You are not going away again, then?” she asked, looking at him, and then away from him.
Jack flushed.
“That depends,” he said, quietly.
“Depends on what?” she asked.