“He says it is.”
She was silent for a while, staring into the blaze. He did not interrupt—thinking it wise to let her own thoughts shape the way.
“You will not tell me where he is?” she said suddenly, bending her blue eyes hard upon his face.
“I may not, Elaine. I ought not to have told you he was not abroad.” 177
“This business which you and he were on, in Annapolis—it failed, you say?”
He nodded.
“And is there no chance that it may succeed, some time?”
“He has abandoned it.”
“But may not conditions change—something happen——” she began.
“It is the sort that does not happen. In this case, abandonment spells finis.”