There was silence for a moment, and then he heard her voice,
“David.”
“Yes.”
“I have a feeling that I may come back into it again.”
“You’ll never go out of it. I’ll not let you. I’ll–––”
“Don’t be foolish, David. And now I must go. But, David––are you listening, David?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t try to find me. Don’t try to see me. I’m safe, but if I should need you, I’ll send for you. Will you come?”
“To the ends of the earth.”
“You must not ring me up again. But before I go away, if I do go away, I’ll write to you and tell you where. I will write you in care of the General Delivery, Boston––will that reach you?”