The question was one which he had been expecting, one which he had already asked himself many times, yet he was unprepared with any definite reply.
"I wish I could answer you, Andrew," his friend confessed.

"As a matter of fact, I can't.

I can only speak of the impression she left upon me, and you are about the only person breathing to whom I could speak of that." Wilmore nodded sympathetically.

He knew that, man of the world though Francis Ledsam appeared, he was nevertheless a highly imaginative person, something of an idealist as regards women, unwilling as a rule to discuss them, keeping them, in a general way, outside his daily life.
"Go ahead, old fellow," he invited.

"You know I understand." "She left the impression upon me," Francis continued quietly, "of a woman who had ceased to live.