"Dont you now?" asked Lawrence.
"Oh yes" said Helen, "but you see, it is all so different now; in those days my father and I were constant companions and our opinions were one. But now there is nobody—nobody" and tears began to well up in her eyes and fall over her long black lashes.
"Surely somebody cares for you Miss Winston, surely there is someone to sympathise with you" interupted Lawrence.
"Oh Mr. Lincarrol you dont understand" cried Helen with a sob.
"I think I do" replied Lawrence gently, coming a little closer and taking her trembling hand. I think I understand your feelings, it must be very sad to be so—so lonely."
"Wait till your turn comes Mr. Lincarrol and you will know then" replied Helen.
"Would it be different, to have some one to care for you, to love you as your father did?" asked Lawrence.
"Oh it would, it would" cried Helen rapturesly clasping her hands together.
"suppose some one loved you now as much if not more than your father, what would you say?" asked Lawrence.
"I could not belive it" replied Helen promptly unless "unless" she added, "I knew the person very well and was quite posative of the love, and had good proofs of it."