"When did you tell him?"
"The night I came back from town."
"After the—the rest was settled?"
He nodded.
"Quentin, have you told her?" She was accepting the impossible quite meekly now.
"No, no!—I can't tell her."
She waited a moment for what she thought the inevitable entreaty not to betray him. Thank God!—it did not come.
"She would never forgive you," she said slowly. "Young girls don't."
"And you, Janey...."