"No, and he never will."
"I'm glad of that," she answered simply.
"But I'm not sure he won't come back. He didn't this morning, but he had already half a mind to."
"That's your imagination," my companion said with her fine authority. "If you knew what I told him you'd be sure."
"And you won't let me know?"
"Never, dear friend."
"And did he believe you?"
"Time will show—but I think so."
"And how did you make it plausible to him that you should take so unnatural a course?"
For a moment she said nothing, only looking at me. Then at last: "I told him the truth."