“No.”
“Then you can follow me back?” he said. “Where?”
“To the Farmhouse.”
“I’ll never go back to the Farmhouse.”
“You must. I’m going away on this train.”
“What good would that do? Haven’t you read my note to you?”
“Of course. Otherwise I shouldn’t have got on your trail.”
“Then you must know that I’ve written the whole thing to Helen Wood, and even if I wanted to go back, now—”
“Dismiss that letter from your mind. I got it, on my way here.”
“You took my letter to Helen? Did you read it?”