Your voice always reminds me of hers.

She was a dear, good sister to me, more like a mother than a sister.

I think if she had lived she would have been a great comfort to me now, Ursula.' 'I know I am not so good as my mother, but I should like to be a comfort to you in her place.' I suppose Max's ear detected the suppressed pain in my voice, for as he looked at me his manner changed; the old affectionate smile came to his lips, and he put his hands lightly on me, as though to keep me near him.
'You have been a comfort to me, my dear.

You and I have always understood each other.

I think you are as good as gold, Ursula.' 'Then why not trust me, Max?
Why not tell me what makes you so unhappy ?' 'Little she-bear,' he said, still smiling, 'you must not begin to growl at me after this fashion, because I am somewhat hipped and want a change.
There is no need to be anxious about me.