“I’m not sure of anything,” she stammered.
The one man frightened her. The one man now drove all thought of Carl out of her bewildered brain. The one man was in himself a yet keener problem than any she had so far had to face.
“Eleanor,” he insisted, “that is one thing you must search your soul to answer.”
“But why must I answer now?” she parried.
“Because,” he said quietly—“because if you love him I must wire him to-night on my way to Chester.”
“You—you are going, too?”
The words fell from her lips unconsciously.
“If you wish me to bring back Carl,” he answered.
“But I don’t,” she exclaimed. “It wouldn’t do any good to bring him back.”
She felt his hand upon her arm for the second time.