She meditated. "Jerrold, do you remember Benjy?"
"Rather."
"Dear Benjy… Do you know, I can hardly believe I'm here. I never thought I should come again."
"But why shouldn't you?"
"I don't know. Only I think every time something'll happen to prevent me. I'm afraid of being ill or dying before I can get away. And they might send me anywhere any day. It's awful to be so uncertain."
"Don't think about it. You're here now."
"Oh Jerrold, supposing it was the last time—"
"It isn't the last time. Don't spoil it by thinking."
"You'd think if you were me."
"I say—you don't mean they're not decent to you?"