"Are you comfortable?"
The voice was sympathetic; tears started, she could only nod in reply.
There seemed to be nothing to talk about to-day.
She had replied in monosyllables so long that he was discouraged with his own efforts at conversation, and lapsed into silence. But it was a silence that she felt she might break at any moment.
The train stopped at last; it had seemed as if it would never stop, and then as if it would stop before she could catch her breath and be ready to speak. If she had not refused that something he had brought her this would not have been so hard. Had he cared so very much? Would she have cared very much if he had refused those handkerchiefs she had marked for him? But Hollis had taken her shawl strap, and was rising.
"You will not have time to get out."
"Did you think I would leave you anywhere but with your friends? Have you forgotten me so far as that?"
"I was thinking of your time."
"Never mind. One has always time for what he wants to do most."
"Is that an original proverb?"