But whenever I talked of it he began to look old and ill.

So I never could press it--never!" The girl's voice fell to a lower note--musical, and full of memory.

Mrs.
Colwood noticed the quality of it.
"Of course if my mother had lived," said Diana, in the same tone, "it would have been different." "But she died when you were a child ?" "Eighteen years ago.

I can just remember it.

We were in London then.
Afterwards father took me abroad, and we never came back.