"Are you really going?" she said wistfully.
"You'll write to me, won't you?"
"Good Lord, no!" said Roger, with immense decision.
Alwynne jumped. It was not the answer she had expected.
"But—but you must write to me," she stammered. "How shall I know about you, if you don't write to me?"
He was silent.
A new idea struck Alwynne.
"D'you mean—you don't want to hear from me either?" she asked incredulously.
"I think it would be better," he said.