“Now that I think of it I never did. Why is it?”
“Because to live simply to make money, is only existence. I do not think I shall remain there much longer. I expect to sail for England shortly.”
“To remain there?”
“That depends!” and the doctor watched her face with its varying expression. Kate covered her face with her hand, for a few moments. When she looked up again the doctor asked:
“Of what were you thinking?”
“Of something in the past. Of course it was a pleasant thought.”
“I wish that I were woven in that past life of yours.”
“I don’t think we would have been as good friends as we are now.”
“Why do you think that?”
“Well,” said Kate, slowly, “I glided over the surface of life then, and did not appreciate half there was to be found in it. I realise now, that it is a great, a grand thing to live.”