What happened then?"
"Oh, she went away."
"You let her go?"
"What else could I do?"
"You could have found out where she went in case she changed her mind.
But perhaps you did find out?"
"No. For she didn't seem like the kind of girl who would change her
mind about a kind of fellow like me. Besides, I was sort of stunned by
the difference in her manner just at the moment. When I came to
myself--I mean, about wondering if I could have done anything better,
and realizing what a terrible lot I cared, she was gone. Then I hoped
Ena would hear from her. I think she promised to write. But it appears
that she never did so."
"Is she in New York still?"
"I wish to heaven I knew!"
"Couldn't you find out?"
"I might, if I wanted to be a cad."
"Why--what do you mean?"
"I dare say a private detective would undertake the job. Sometimes
I've been tempted--yet no, I don't believe I ever did come near to
playing the game as low down as that."
"But it might be for her good---"
"That's the way I argued with myself. I almost got myself convinced
sometimes. But I knew in my heart it was only sophistry. You see, it
isn't as if she would let me do anything for her, even if she wanted
anything done, which I've no particular reason to suppose she does.
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