But the subject remained and she resumed it dreamily.
"Then in order that it might be quite complete, the understanding would have to be mutual.

If only one loved, there would always be a lack." "Not a doubt of it!" said Spence firmly.
"Well, then--don't you see ?" "See?
See what?
That squirrel's eating your hat again." "Go away!" said Desire to the squirrel.

And, when it had gone, "Don't you see ?" she repeatedly gravely.
The professor always loved her gravity.

And he had not seen.

He was, in fact, almost asleep.