"Indeed I did; three times."
"And what did you say?" she asked, with a sob in her throat.
"I asked you to forgive me, and whether—whether all could not be the same again. I confessed that I had been wrong—"
"But you were not."
"Perhaps not. I cannot tell now. I felt it so then. I waited and waited for a word from you or your father. And none came."
"No, none!" she sighed. "And then?"
"What could I have done?"
"Why did you not come yourself? Oh! why did you never come near us?" she wailed reproachfully.
He was silent for a minute, collecting his thoughts; he could not remember it all.
"Tell me, Frank?" she said softly. "Why did you not come, yourself?"