"About you?"
"And about you. When he wrote again, he said you had told him everything."
So she had; more, far more than she should. What of that had he told Monte? The question left her faint again.
"How did it happen?" he asked.
"I—I don't know," she faltered. "He guessed a little, and then I had to tell him the rest."
Monte's mouth hardened.
"That should n't have been left for you to do. I should have told him myself."
"Now that it's all over—can't we forget it, Monte, with all the rest?"
He bent a little toward her.
"Have you forgotten all the rest?" he demanded.