She remained silent for a while, then, coolly enough:
"I suppose he is sailing on Saturday to see his wife."
"I think not," said Dane, gravely.
"You say he is sailing for England."
"Yes, but I imagine it's because he has nowhere else to go."
"Why doesn't he stay here?"
"I don't know."
"He is American. His friends live here. Why doesn't he remain here?"
Dane shook his head: "He's a restless man, Miss Greensleeve. That kind of man can't stay anywhere. He's got to go on—somewhere."