"I did not know your address," she said faintly.
"I gave it you, over and over."
"You forget,—I never got the letters."
"What became of them?"
"I don't know."
"What was her motive?"
"I suppose—I don't know."
"What do you suppose?"
"What is the use of talking about it, Evan?"
"My poor darling!" said he, looking up in her face again "it has been hard on you too. Oh Di, my Di! I cannot lose you!"—