If Elspeth Barrow wrote I never received her letter.
When my thought turned in that direction, it saw her well and not necessarily unhappy.

Time passed.

For reasons, I ceased to write home, and again for reasons I obliterated paths by which I might be reached.
For months I heard nothing, as I said nothing.

I was on the very eve of quitting Paris, under careful disguise, to go into Scotland.

Came suddenly your challenge--and still, though I knew that to you at least our relations must have been discovered, I knew no more than that! I did not know that she was dead....