"How then can she imagine you never named her?"

"How then can she imagine you never named her?"
"She doesn't suppose it."
"Then how could she suppose you weren't answering?"
If she knows that, yes, she knows our relation must have involved your writing to me."
"All the while she and I here were growing intimate, you and I were in unmentioned relation?
She came straight to his aid, formulating for him his anxiety, though quite to smooth it down.
If our friend knows that all the while—?"
"There's something you must definitely tell me.
He could make out by this light something of what he saw, but a dimness also there was, undispelled since his return.
He had dropped a little in presence of the explanation; then she had brought him up to a sort of recognition.
She put it to him before they joined—as was high time—the others.
"You do then see your way?"
Still she had a distance to go.
She had come back to another, which was one of her own; her own were so closely connected that Densher's were at best but parenthetic.
She smiled, but he saw her the next instant as smiling through tears; and the instant after this she had got, in respect to the particular point, quite off.
"So you think you'll kill *me* in time to prevent it?"
She looked at him a minute with no response but her eyes.
It would kill me."
"Don't fail me.
"Don't what?"