“I don’t see that.”
She went on in that small colourless voice:
“I know. We don’t see things the way Gabriel does. I promised to tell him, to consult him if she came again.”
He hesitated, even stammered a little before he answered:
“He ... he had better not be told of this.”
She laughed again, that little incongruous hopeless laugh.
“I haven’t any choice, I promised him.”
“Promised him what?”
“To let him know if she came back again, if I heard anything more about it.”
“This isn’t exactly ‘it.’ This is a fresh start altogether. I suppose you know how I hate what I am saying. The position can’t be faced, it’s got to be dodged. It’s not only Gabriel Stanton she’s got hold of....”