'Name one of them.'
'Isn't it better to try to forget them?'
'Women, I suppose?—You say you haven't seen Rolfe. Has he heard this talk about you, do you think?'
'No doubt,' she answered distantly. 'Isn't he coming to see you?'
'If he saw that in the papers, he won't think I am here. But I should like to see him. I've a good mind to telegraph—but I don't know his address. Yes—I forgot—there's a letter from him somewhere.'
'I know the address,' said Sibyl, in the same tone of reserve.
'I should like to see old Rolfe—poor old Rolfe.'
'Why do you pity him?'
'Oh—only a way of speaking. You know the address, you say? Has he written? Has she written?'
'Oh no!'