Now, apparently awakening to present realities, she rose and turned toward the door.
"That was all," she said, wearily.

"You know the whole truth now, Mr.Winslow.

Of course you will not speak of it to any one else." Then, noticing the hurt look upon his face, she added, "Forgive me.
I know you will not.

If I had not known it I should not have confided in you.

Thank you for listening so patiently." She was going, but he touched her arm.
"Excuse me, Mrs.Armstrong," he faltered, "but--but wasn't there somethin' else?
Somethin' you wanted to ask my advice about--or-- or--somethin' ?" She smiled faintly.