That is very nice of you; one likes to be missed.

But, if you missed me for one afternoon, how will you get on a week hence when you go away and miss me altogether ?" Beatrice spoke in a bantering tone, and laughed as she spoke, but the laugh ended in something like a sigh.

He looked at her for a moment, looked till she dropped her eyes.
"Heaven only knows!" he answered sadly.
"Let us go in," said Beatrice, in a constrained voice; "how chill the air has turned.".