I've always known it.

Do you think I'd care for her so much if she wasn't all right ?" Neville smiled at him gravely, then held out his hand: "Give my love to her, John.

I'll see you both again before you go." For nearly two weeks he had not heard a word from Valerie West.

Rita and John Burleson had departed, cheerful, sure of early convalescence and a complete and radical cure.
Neville went with them to the train, but his mind was full of his own troubles and he could scarcely keep his attention on the ponderous conversation of Burleson, who was admonishing him and Ogilvy impartially concerning the true interpretation of creative art.
He turned aside to Rita when opportunity offered and said in a low voice: "Before you go, tell me where Valerie is." "I can't, Kelly." "Did you promise her not to ?" "Yes." He said, slowly: "I haven't had one word from her in nearly two weeks.
Is she well ?" "Yes.

She came into town this morning to say good-bye to me." "I didn't know she was out of town," he said, troubled.
"She has been, and is now.