I've never tried it myself, as I've never been afflicted with heartache." "Is that true ?" she asked, womanlike catching at the personal.
I smiled and nodded.
"I'm glad on your account," she said sincerely.

"It's the very devil of an ache.

I've always had it." "Poor Lola," said I, prompted by my acquired instinct of eumoiriety.

"I wish I could cure you." "You ?" She gave a short little laugh and then turned her head away.
"I had a very comfortable crossing," she remarked a moment later.
I gave her into the keeping of the manager of the hotel and did not see her again until she came down somewhat late for dinner.

I met her in the vestibule.