I missed you so, and there was no one who could understand, and you wouldn't answer my letters." She was crying softly to herself, her beautiful head resting on her elbow pillowed on the back of his chair.
He leaned forward the closer: he loved this girl next best to Harry.

Her sorrows were his own.

Was it all coming out as he had hoped and prayed for?
He could hardly restrain himself in his eagerness.
"Did you miss anybody else, Kate ?" There was a peculiar tenderness in his voice.
She did not raise her head nor did she answer.

St.George waited and repeated the question, Slipping his hand over hers, as he spoke.
"It was the loneliness, Uncle George," she replied, evading his inference.

"I tried to forget it all, and I threw open our house and gave parties and dances--hardly a week but there has been something going on--but nothing did any good.