You have"-- she saw his teeth for a second though scarcely in a smile--"other fish to fry." "Whatever I am doing, I shall not forget my friends, Nap," she said, with great earnestness.
"No," he returned, "you won't forget them.

I shouldn't wonder if you prayed for them even.

I am sure you are one of the faithful." There was more of suppressed misery than irony in his voice.

"But is that likely to help when you don't so much as know what to pray for ?" He got up and moved away from her with that noiseless footfall that was so like the stealthy padding of a beast.
Anne lay and silently watched him.

Her uncertainty regarding him had long since passed away.