"He needs me?" said Miranda quickly. "How do you know that?"
"He was once very ill. He talked of you continually."
"I have heard of Peter," she objected a little hardly. "I have heard of him as entirely happy. Lately, too, in Paris I met a friend of Vivette Claire."
"Peter is in need of you," Mrs. Paragon insisted.
She spoke as one returning to the thing which really mattered.
"I wonder." Miranda looked thoughtfully at Mrs. Paragon.
"You are like my memory of you," she continued. "I remember you as always quiet and wise—as one who said only what was true."
"I know that Peter needs you."
"Does Peter himself know?" Miranda drily asked.
"I want you to come back. He will know when he sees you."