“Well，no，sir，notasignofit。”wasthereply。“Worse，wethink，thanever。”
“Dear，dear！”saidIagain。
“WhenMr。Norrisarrived，sheDIDseemgladtoseehim。”hepursued；“andwewereallpleased，I’msure；fornooneknowstheyounggentlemanbutwhatlikeshim。Ah，sir，itdidn’tlastlong！Thatverynighttheyhadatalk，andfelloutorsomething；herladyshiptookonmostpainful；itwaslikeolddays，butworse。AndthenextmorningMr。Norriswasoffagainuponhistravels。“Denman。”hesaidtoMr。Denman，“Denman，I’llnevercomeback。”hesaid，andshookhimbythe’and。Iwouldn’tbesayingallthistoastranger，sir。”addedmyinformant，overcomewithasuddenfearlesthehadgonetoofar。
Hehadindeedtoldmemuch，andmuchthatwasunsuspectedbyhimself。Onthatstormynightofhisreturn，Carthewhadtoldhisstory；theoldladyhadmoreuponhermindthanmerebereavements；andamongthementalpicturesonwhichshelooked，asshewalkedstaringdownthepath，wasoneofMidwayIslandandtheFlyingScud。
Mr。Denmanheardmyinquirieswithdiscomposure，butinformedmetheshysterwasalreadygone。