"We could have gone everywhere together, you and I.I should have taken you to the theatre, to balls, to concerts, to afternoons.

You would have been _so_ happy, and so should I.You would--wouldn't you ?" The professor nods his head.

The awful vista she has opened up to him has completely deprived him of speech.
"Ah! yes," sighs she, taking that deceitful nod in perfect good faith.

"And you would have been good to me too, and let me look in at the shop windows.

I should have taken such _care_ of you, and made your tea for you, just" sadly, "as I used to do for poor papa, and----" It is becoming too much for the professor.
"It is late.