"In India."
He stopped abruptly on the word, and from his attitude I realised he would have given much to recall it. I felt I had been impertinent.
"Forgive me——" I began.
"Not at all," he said. "I don't mind. It's rather a relief to speak of it. You—you are still in love, and will understand. Once there was a time when I looked forward to being married. I looked forward greatly. I thought of it morning, noon, and night."
"Well?" I said gently.
"She went abroad."
"But why? Didn't she return your love?"
"I—I don't know."
"You don't know?" I raised my voice.
"No."