He had always deemed himself capable of withholding from the whole questioning world anything that he might wish to withhold.

But afterwards--later in his life--he remembered that look in Jocelyn Gordon's face.
"Altogether," she said, with a peculiar little contented laugh, "I think you cannot keep it up any longer.

He ran away from you and left you to fight against it alone.

All the same, it was--nice--of you to try and screen him.

Very nice, but I do not think that I could have done it myself.