"To stroll about the garden? Haven't you always been welcome?"
"I want a special welcome—from you—from my friend. When a man has only one friend, that one's welcome means a good deal to him."
"Only one! You have so many."
"Have I? Yes, so I have, and pleasant friends they are, too. But friendship—with only one. Come, Rhexia—you understand that as well as I. Why pretend you don't? That's not like you."
He was looking at me very steadily. He leaned forward, stretching out his hand. I laid mine in it. And so we renewed the old vow.
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