THE WINGS OF THE DOVE
taking a trouble for you I never dreamed I should take for any human creature."
Oh, it went home, making him flush for it; yet he soon enough felt his reply on his lips. "Well, isn't my whole insistence to you now that I can conjure trouble away?" And he let it, his insistence, come out again; it had so constantly had, all the week, but its step or two to make. "There need be none whatever between us. There need be nothing but our sense of each other."
It had only the effect, at first, that her eyes grew dry while she took up again one of the so numerous links in her close chain. "You can tell her anything you like, anything whatever."
"Mrs. Stringham? I have nothing to tell her."
"You can tell her about us. I mean," she wonderfully pursued, "that you do still like me."
It was indeed so wonderful that it amused him. "Only not that you still like me."
She let his amusement pass. "I'm absolutely certain she wouldn't repeat it."
"I see. To Aunt Maud."
"You don't quite see. Neither to Aunt Maud nor to any one else." Kate then, he saw, was always seeing Milly much more, after all, than he was; and she showed it again as she went on. "There, accordingly, is your time."
She did at last make him think, and it was fairly as if light broke, though not quite all at once. "You must let me say I do see. Time for some-
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