"Did the poor girl admit firing off her confidences at Mrs.Fyne--eight pages of close writing--that sort of thing ?" Marlow shook his head.
"She did not tell me.

I accepted her silence, as a kind of answer and remarked that it would have been better if she had simply announced the fact to Mrs.Fyne at the cottage.

"Why didn't you do it ?" I asked point- blank.
She said: "I am not a very plucky girl." She looked up at me and added meaningly: "And _you_ know it.

And you know why." I must remark that she seemed to have become very subdued since our first meeting at the quarry.

Almost a different person from the defiant, angry and despairing girl with quivering lips and resentful glances.
"I thought it was very sensible of you to get away from that sheer drop," I said.
She looked up with something of that old expression.
"That's not what I mean.