“You are tired, Tressa—tired and lonely and unhappy.”
“Tired, but not the—others.”
“Not unhappy?”
“No.”
“Aren’t you lonely?”
“Not with you.”
The answer came so naturally, so calmly, that the slight sensation of pleasure it gave him arrived only as an agreeable afterglow.
“We’ll go South,” he said.... “I’m so glad that you don’t feel lonely with me.”
“Will it be warmer where we are going, Mr. Cleves?”
“Yes—you poor child! You need warmth and sunshine, don’t you? Was it warm in Yian, where you lived so many years?”