She dimly smiled. “It will be like old times.”
He rather demurred. “For you perhaps. But not for me.”
In spite of what he said it did hold her, and her hand again almost caressed him. “But—till you do tell me—is it very very dreadful?”
“That’s just perhaps what I may have to get you to decide.”
“Then shall I help you?” she eagerly asked.
“I think it will be quite in your line.”
At the thought of her line—it sounded somehow so general—she released him a little with a sigh, yet still looking round, as it were, for possibilities. “Jane, you know, is in a state.”
“Yes, Jane’s in a state. That’s a comfort!”
She continued in a manner to cling to him. “But is it your only one?”
He was very kind and patient. “Not perhaps quite.”