Yet what lie had he told?
Could he say all he thought he had read in Thyrza's eyes?
There was the parting that night beyond Lambeth Bridge; how could he speak of that?
Was he himself not absolutely innocent?
Had he not by a desperate struggle avoided as much as a glance of tenderness at the girl for whom he was mad with love?
Gilbert spoke at length.
'I find it very hard to believe that you know nothing more.

There are other things.

As soon as we knew that she was gone, that Friday night, I came here to ask for you.' 'And why?
Why to me ?' 'Because she had been seen with you at the library, and people had begun to talk.

They told me you were gone, and I asked for your address.

They wouldn't give it me.' 'That meant nothing whatever.