It was a vague figure now, and the boy's queer way of talking about it so personally made the conventional expressions that she had heard seem out of place.

It was the little shake in his voice that touched her.
"He had just bought a couple of new hunters and was going to run the hunt this fall.

I wanted him to live forever.

He died in New York, and I came here to try and get used to being without him.

I thought I should stay all alone for the rest of my life, but--this morning when I was moping about, everything looked so young and busy that I got a sort of longing to be young and busy again myself.