"No, my dear Don," she replied, gently, "I am very glad I came. It is not that which troubles me. It is the thought that some day it will end."
"That thought would spoil the pleasure of life itself," I said, much mollified nevertheless. "I would advise you not to become a monomaniac. Take some of these papers and get into touch again with the planet on which we used to live."
She looked them all over, scanning the dates.
"Why, who sent you these ancient things?" she said. "The very latest is dated January 18th."
"Well, did you expect yesterday morning's?" I asked. "Have you forgotten that we are some little distance from Manhattan Island?"
She smiled at last, as the recollection of our situation with regard to news came over her, and thanking me, began to look over the papers, beginning with the day after we left. I took the next one and for some time this occupied us. When either encountered anything of general interest there was an interruption, followed by prolonged silence.
"Are you going to answer that letter of Miss Brazier's?" Miss May asked, all of a sudden.
"Why? Would you?"
"Yes; in a very formal way."
Was she attacked with incipient jealousy of this unknown one, even while she approved of her counsel?