There was a silence.
"There are such wonderful feelings in the world," Madeleine went on, after a little; "they don't seem to fit into words at all. One feels ashamed to have even planned to talk about them. One feels so humble when—" she paused—then closed her lips.
Jane put out her hand and took the hand upon the other side of the little table, close. "Don't mind me, dear; I understand."
"Do you really?"
"Yes."
Madeleine's eyes were anxious. "Do you guess? Did you guess?"
"Yes."
"And how—what—what do you think?"
"I think that it would be lovely, only, of course, I don't quite know it all, for I shall never have anything like it."
Madeleine started. "Oh, Jane, don't say that."