But it was my fault, Sally; I want you to know that I have no excuse to offer.

I don't want you to try to say anything that would make my lot easier." It was not Sally Owen's way to extenuate errors of commission or omission.

Her mental processes were always singularly direct.
"Are you sure she was married; did you find any proof of it ?" she asked bluntly.
He was silent for a moment before he met her eyes.
"I have no proof of it.

All I have is Edna's assurance in a letter." Their gaze held while they read each other's thoughts.

She made no comment; there was nothing to say to this, nor did she show surprise or repugnance at the dark shadow his answer had flung across the meagre picture.
"And Garrison--who was he ?" "I don't know even that! From all I could learn I think it likely he was a student in one of the professional schools; but whether law or medicine, art or music--I couldn't determine.