Cecile pressed her hand, with a little laugh:
“But I never hid myself from you! I have always been in to you!”
“Yes, but we had to come to you. You always stayed at home, didn’t you?”
“You’re not angry with me, are you?”
“No, darling, of course not; you have had such a great sorrow.”
“Oh, I have still: I seem to have lost everything!”
How was it that she suddenly realized this? She never had that sense of loss in her own home, among the clouds of her day-dreams, but outside, among other people, she immediately felt that she had lost everything, everything....
“But you have your children.”
“Yes.”
She answered faintly, wearily, with a sense of loneliness, of terrible loneliness, like one floating aimlessly in space, borne upon thinnest air, in which her yearning arms groped in vain.