She wanted no detail, no fact--she wanted no nearer vision of discovery or shame.
"When was your telegram?
Do you mean you sent it from here ?" She tried to do the young woman at Knightsbridge.
"Oh yes, from here--several weeks ago.

Five, six, seven"-- he was confused and impatient--"don't you remember ?" "Remember ?" she could scarcely keep out of her face, at the word, the strangest of smiles.
But the way he didn't catch what it meant was perhaps even stranger still.

"I mean, don't you keep the old ones ?" "For a certain time." "But how long ?" She thought; she must do the young woman, and she knew exactly what the young woman would say and, still more, wouldn't.

"Can you give me the date ?" "Oh God, no! It was some time or other in August--toward the end.

It was to the same address as the one I gave you last night." "Oh!" said the girl, knowing at this the deepest thrill she had ever felt.