The Cords of Vanity

And the same afternoon I was alone with Gillian Hardress, for the first time in somewhat more than two years. We had never written each other; I had been too cautious for that; and now when the lean, handsome woman came toward me, murmuring "Jack -- " very tenderly -- for she had always called me Jack, you may remember -- I raised a hand in protest.

"No -- that is done with, Jill. That is dead and buried now, my dear."