It's really only a few months." "A few months! But you can hardly have been with him any time." "I have never really been with him," she said.

She wanted him to know everything.

Now that the wound was open again and Martin in possession of her once more, she felt that she must talk about it all to some one, and who could be better than Harry, who was so like a brother?
The boy couldn't believe that she meant what she implied but would have bitten off his tongue rather than put a direct question.

"Is he such a rotter ?" he asked instead.
"He's not a rotter.

He's just Martin--generous, sensitive, dead straight and as reliable as a liner.