"Because there was one."
"But you say it in a manner—" She hesitated, continued her breakfast in leisurely reflection for a while, then:
"Louis?"
"Yes."
"Am I too frank with you?"
"Why?"
"I don't know; I was just thinking. I tell you pretty nearly everything. If I didn't have you to tell—have somebody—" She considered, with brows slightly knitted—"if I didn't have somebody to talk to, it wouldn't be very good for me. I realise that."
"You need a grandmother," he said, drily; "and I'm the closest resemblance to one procurable."
The imagery struck her as humorous and she laughed.
"Poor Kelly," she said aloud to herself, "he is used and abused and imposed upon, and in revenge he offers his ungrateful tormentor delicious breakfasts. What shall his reward be?—or must he await it in Paradise where he truly belongs amid the martyrs and the blessed saints!"