"I don't quite see that; I thought it was I who was having all the pleasure."
His next question startled me.
"You are an orphan, I understand, Miss Farrell?"
"Yes." Again I felt the blood mount to my cheeks as I restated this half truth.
"Then you must know what it is to be alone in the world?"
"Yes—all alone."
"Perhaps to have no home of your own?"
"Yes."
"To feel yourself a stranger even in familiar places?"
"Oh, yes—many times."