But we are anxious that everything you may desire--every desire--every sort of desire ...
There may be something.

Is there any sort of company ?" He paused meaningly.
"Yes," said Graham thoughtfully.

"There is." "Ah! _Now_! We have treated you neglectfully." "The crowds in yonder streets of yours." "That," said Howard, "I am afraid--But--" Graham began pacing the room.

Howard stood near the door watching him.
The implication of Howard's suggestion was only half evident to Graham.
Company?
Suppose he were to accept the proposal, demand some sort of _company_?
Would there be any possibilities of gathering from the conversation of this additional person some vague inkling of the struggle that had broken out so vividly at his waking moment?
He meditated again, and the suggestion took colour.

He turned on Howard abruptly.
"What do you mean by company ?" Howard raised his eyes and shrugged his shoulders.