“It isn't worth while in that sense. But if you can't have what you want,—if there's been a hollow left in your life—why the world goes a great way towards filling up the aching void.” The tone of the last words was lighter than their meaning, but Clementina weighed them aright.
“Miss Milray,” she said, pinching the edge of the table by which she sat, a little nervously, and banging her head a little, “I think I can have what I want.”
“Then, give the whole world for it, child!”
“There is something I should like to tell you.”
“Yes!”
“For you to advise me about.”
“I will, my dear, gladly and truly!”
“He was here before you came. He asked me—”
Miss Milray gave a start of alarm. She said, to gain time: “How did he get here? I supposed he was in Germany with his—”
“No; he was here the whole of May.”