It isn't true.

But suppose--suppose." She left her post and hurried back to the house.
"No, no," she was saying under her breath, "it isn't possible.
Maybe he's even come home already by another way.

But suppose--suppose--suppose." She ran up the stairs, opened the door of the room, and paused, out of breath.

The room was dark and empty.

With cold, trembling fingers she lighted the lamp, and, turning about, looked at her trunk.