"Your Dead are only One ?" She hung back at this as never yet.

"Only One," she answered, colouring as if now he knew her guarded secret.

It really made him feel he knew less than before, so difficult was it for him to reconstitute a life in which a single experience had so belittled all others.

His own life, round its central hollow, had been packed close enough.

After this she appeared to have regretted her confession, though at the moment she spoke there had been pride in her very embarrassment.