“Yes.”
“Everything seems to go. After a while even the loss of him seemed to go.”
“Yes, losses go with the rest.”
“That's what I mean by its seeming as if it never any of it happened. Some things before it are a great deal more real.”
“Little things?”
“Not exactly. But things when I was very young.” Miss Milray did not know quite what she intended, but she knew that Clementina was feeling her way to something she wanted to say, and she let her alone. “When it was all over, and I knew that as long as I lived he would be somewhere else, I tried to be paht of the wo'ld I was left in. Do you think that was right?”
“It was wise; and, yes, it was best,” said Miss Milray, and for relief from the tension which was beginning to tell upon her own nerves, she asked, “I suppose you know about my poor brother? I'd better tell you to keep you from asking for Mrs. Milray, though I don't know that it's so very painful with him. There isn't any Mrs. Milray now,” she added, and she explained why.
Neither of them cared for Mrs. Milray, and they did not pretend to be concerned about her, but Clementina said, vaguely, as if in recognition of Mrs. Milray's latest experiment, “Do you believe in second marriages?”
Miss Milray laughed, “Well, not that kind exactly.”
“No,” Clementina assented, and she colored a little.