'Do you really want to go back there ?' 'Did mother talk about that ?' looking excessively pleased.

'Oh yes, I am longing to go back.

I don't want to frighten you, Ursie, dear,--and, indeed, there is no need,--but this life is half killing me.

I am too close to Hyde Park Gate; one never gets a chance of forgetting old troubles; and then mother is always saying gaiety is good for me, and she will accept every invitation that comes; and I get so horribly tired; and then one cannot fight so well against depression.' I took her hand silently, but made no answer; but I suppose she felt my sympathy.
'You must not think I am wicked and rebellious,' she went on, with a sigh.

'I promised dear Charlie to be brave, and not let the trouble spoil my life; he would have it that I was so young that happiness must return after a time, and so I mean to do my best to be happy, for mother's sake, as well as my own; and I know Charlie would not like me to go on grieving,' with a sad little smile.
'No, darling, and I quite understand you.' And she cheered up at that.
'I knew you would, and that is why I want to tell you things.