He had said: "Nothing, of course, _or she could not be here."_ If I had found out some other truth besides the truth about the name, would it have prevented me from ever returning to my husband?
Was that what he meant?
Did the sort of discovery that he contemplated mean something so dreadful that it would have parted us at once and forever?
I stood by his chair in silence, and tried to find the answer to those terrible questions in his face.

It used to speak to me so eloquently when it spoke of his love.

It told me nothing now.
He sat for some time without looking at me, lost in his own thoughts.
Then he rose on a sudden and took his hat.
"The friend who lent me the yacht is in town," he said.

"I suppose I had better see him, and say our plans are changed." He tore up the telegram with an air of sullen resignation as he spoke.

"You are evidently determined not to go to sea with me," he resumed.