"I was afraid so."
"No."
He hesitated a moment.
"Did you get my letters?"
"Yes."
"Did you answer them?" he said, with a last hope of some possible misunderstanding.
She shook her head.
He waited a moment for some explanation and as none came, he started to leave, saying,
"I don't understand at all—but—I don't suppose that matters—"
He went toward the door. Then stopped. He thought he had heard her calling his name. He returned slowly.