You see, I am alone.

Mr.Lane was here just now, but he's gone." "How's that ?" asked Haddington, seating himself.
"He got a telegram, read it, flung his book away, and rushed off." "Did he say what it was about ?" "No; I didn't ask him." A pause ensued.

It was a little difficult to make a start.
"And so you are alone ?" "Yes, as you see." "I am alone too.

Shall we console one another ?" "I don't want consolation, thanks," said Kate, a little ungraciously.
"But," she added more kindly, "you know I'm always glad of your company." "I wish I could think so." "Why don't you think so ?" "Well, Miss Bernard, engaged people are generally rather indifferent to the rest of the world.
"Even to telegrams ?" "Ah! poor Lane!" "I don't think Mr.Lane is in much need of pity." "No--rather of envy." Kate did not look displeased.
"Still, a man is to be pitied if he does not appreciate--" "Mr.Haddington!" "I beg your pardon.

I ought not to have said that.