Edith leaned back in her chair, white and troubled. "I don't know," she murmured, with lips that scarcely moved. "Before God, I don't know!"
Advantages of a Letter
The man went on pitilessly. "Don't you think you might find out? Before you condemn yourself and me to everlasting separation, don't you think you might at least ask him?"
"Yes," said Edith, slowly. "I might ask him. I'll go——"
"No, you needn't go. Can't you write?"
"Yes," she returned. "I can write."
All the emotion had gone from her voice. She said the words as meaninglessly as a parrot might.
"A letter has distinct advantages," remarked Alden, trying to speak lightly. "You can say all you want to say before the other person has a chance to put in a word."
"Yes," she agreed, in the same meaningless tone. "That is true."
"When," queried Alden, after a pause, "will you write?"