‘It must stand very lonely.’
The other cleared his throat.
‘Solitude, says the proverb, is often the best company.’
Brion felt a little shiver go over him.
‘Methinks I prefer the company to the proverb. Is solitude to be our only one?’
‘Nay; but the best.’
‘And what for the second-best?’
‘There will be your Uncle, when he comes.’
‘And till he comes?’
‘There’s Clerivault.’