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 : Not since then—no, sir. Not till I got his telegram a week ago.




 * Yes, I answered it. It wouldn’t have been in flesh and blood not to.



[ makes a movement of protest.

Oh, haven’t I a right to know? Aren’t I his wife even if he has forgotten me? I must know everything if I’m to help him.

I told him I’d moved I told him where I was living. Oh, I know I shouldn’t have I know. I knew I oughtn’t. All the way down to the post office I told myself I wouldn’t, that it wasn’t right, and then, when I got the pen in my hand, something just seemed to come over me. Chris was ill and he didn’t know, and perhaps he wanted to write.







It wasn’t what you think. I wanted to tell him, but it isn’t a thing you can put into a telegram they’re cold things. I didn’t mean to hide it from him, but he was ill and I couldn’t just put it plump out like that.