“May I speak what is in my heart?” he asked.
“Yes—do.”
“I feel as if what I have told you to-day about myself, about my having come to the open door of a home I had long been wearily seeking, had made you sad. Is it so?”
“Yes,” she answered frankly.
“Can you tell me why?”
“It has made me realise more sharply than perhaps I did before what must be the misery of those who are still homeless.”
There was in her voice a sound as if she suppressed a sob.
“Hope for them, remembering my many years of wandering.”
“Yes, yes.”
“Good-bye.”