"What frightened you?" he asked, trembling internally.
"I—I can't tell you. It would do no good. You could not help me."
"Yet you say I have already aided you."
"Yes.... That is true.... And you will send that overcoat back, won't you?"
"Yes," he said. "To remember it, I'd better put it on, I think."
The southern night had turned chilly, and he was glad to bundle into his own overcoat again.
"From where will you ship it?" she asked anxiously.
"From Ormond——"
"Please don't!"
"Why?"