She looked at him in great surprise, feeling intense relief. This man understood her, because he knew Craig Bellshaw for what he was. Already he had forgiven her without the asking. He did not blame her, but the man. In that case he guessed some of the truth and the rich blood crimsoned her cheeks. She bowed her head; then she looked straight at him and said, "That is what I wrote him—that I never wished to see him again. I ordered him to leave the house, my house, when you saw him go. I will never admit him again."
"I am glad of that," said Glen. "Very glad. When did you write to him?"
It was the truth she would tell him.
"The day after you came here with Jerry," she said.
Glen smiled.
"What decided you to write?" he asked.
"You did."
Again he smiled.
"I wonder how that happened?" he said.
"Can't you guess?" she answered in a low voice.