You are unhappy about something; as though I do not see that.

Max, you know we have always been like brother and sister, and I want you to tell me what has grieved you.' That touched him, as I knew it would, for he had dearly loved his sister.
'I wish your mother were here now,' he returned, in a moved voice.

'I wish poor Emmie were here: there were not many women like her.

One could have trusted her with anything.' 'I think I am to be trusted too, Max.' 'Yes, yes, you are like her, Ursula.

You have got just the same quiet way.