No answer again.
“Do you know that I am going back to the city on Saturday?”
“Are you?—indeed!”
“I dare say you will not miss me.”
“I do not know why I should, specially.”
“That is unfriendly.”
“Is it? Well,” rousing herself a trifle, “I suppose we do miss any one with whom we have had a bright, pleasant time. And your Aunt Lucy will be very sorry to have you go.”
“And yet, she will have you.”
“I am only one of the incidentals, Mr. Ogden. People who don’t belong truly, step into each others’ lives and when the time comes, step out again. But one born in the household is different.”
“They all like you—so much. I am almost jealous of uncle Churchill’s regard.”