She nodded.
“I didn't know—you didn't answer. Why didn't you write, Margaret?”
No answer.
“Won't you tell me? I've come a long way to ask you.”
“I—why, I just couldn't.”
“Didn't you have anything to say to me?”
“No, I don't believe I did.”
“And have you nothing to say to me now?”
A long, long silence. Then this from Miss Davies:
“Oh, please don't now. It's very late—and I'm tired.”