'I'm going with Major Luscombe to the station, if he'll let me,' was her reply.
'You've something to tell me, Lorna,' I said when we had started.
She shook her head.
'You are sure? Has Springfield's death made no difference?'
'No,' she replied, then she hesitated, and repeated the word.
'Jack'll ask you again, Lorna. Of course he's not told me; but he will. He is one who never gives up. Never.'
'It's no use,' she said wearily. 'It's impossible, everything's impossible.'
'Nothing's impossible to a chap like Jack. You don't mean to say that
Springfield——'
'Don't,' she pleaded. 'You don't know; he—he doesn't know; if he did——,' and then she lapsed into silence.
'I'm coming down again soon,' I said as I entered the train. 'I promised your father I would.'