He reflected carefully before he made any reply, he refused absolutely to listen to the strange voices singing in his ears, and he delivered his decision with his usual air of finality.
"I am afraid," he said, "that since Beatrice refuses even to let you know her whereabouts, she would not wish to accept anything from you.
It seems a pity," he went on, the instincts of the money-saver stirring within him; "she is certainly none too well off." The lady on the couch sighed.
"Beatrice has at least a friend," she murmured.

"It is a great deal to have a friend.

It is more than I have.

We are both so far from home here.

Often I am sorry that we ever left America.