She was never quite sure that Bernardine was not making fun of her.
"It is little enough pleasure I do have," she added, as though in self- defence.

"And he seems to grudge me that too." "I don't think he would grudge you anything," Bernardine said, with some warmth.

"He loves you too much for that.

You don't know how much pleasure you give him when you spare him a little of your time.

He told me how happy you made him this afternoon.