"No. I understand," he intimated, "that there is nothing at all in the nature of a—a—an understanding, then, with—"
"No, nothing."
"Hm!" The general waited a moment. Then he ventured, "Do you care to say—do you wish me to know—how he took it?"
The tears came into the girl's eyes, but she governed herself to say,
"He—he was disappointed."
"He had no right to be disappointed."
It was a question, and she answered: "He thought he had. He said—that he wouldn't—trouble me any more."
The general did not ask at once, "And you don't know where he is now—you haven't heard anything from him since?"
Agatha flashed through her tears, "Papa!"
"Oh! I beg your pardon. I think you told me."