"Yes, I am a very tired, but not the kind of tired that makes you want to go to bed.

I want to talk, talk, talk, and not about ourselves either, but about sensibles.

Tell me about your people--your sister." He had expected her to ask this, for the subject seemed to have an inexhaustible charm for her.

She would sit rapt and motionless as long as he cared to talk of his sister, in her wide, meditative eyes the shadow of a great unvoiced longing.

It always seemed to make her grave and thoughtful, he had noticed, so he had tried lately to avoid the topic, and to-night in particular he wanted to do so, for this was no time for melancholy.