She knows--" and he sobered, "that there's something--back there." "Indeed ?" They had reached the cottage and the subject was discontinued.

Agnes lingered a moment on the veranda.

"I suppose I'm never to see anything of you ?" "That's just it, Agnes.

It makes me feel like a cad to have you out here--and then not to be able to provide any entertainment for you.
And, really, there's no need to worry about me.

I'm all right--with the exception of this broken arm.