"No, not a word," she said decidedly, "and remembering how he looked
when he braced up and walked into this very basement twenty-seven years
ago, I don't expect to hear from him. I ain't judgin' you, my dear,
but you 've done an awful thing."
"And what of his act?"
"Well, there are two ways of looking at that," was all she would say.
She used Cale's very words, when he told his story.