"You have been good to the boy, Letitia," I explained. "This is only a way of saying that I know."
"You do not need to say it," she replied. "I have done nothing."
"You have done everything, Letitia—for us both."
The tears ran down her cheeks. My own eyes—
"You have loved Dove's husband and son," I told her. "We shall not forget it."
Her face was radiant.
"It has been nothing for me to do," she said. "Loving no one in particular, I have had the time to love every one, don't you see? Why, all my life, Bertram, I've loved other people's dogs, and other people's children"—she paused a moment and added, smiling through her tears—"and other people's husbands, I suppose."
"You will go?" I asked.
"I should love to go."
"You will go, Letitia?"