"Besides, even if you did go to get Jeanne, she couldn't come.

She is ever so far away." "Away!" repeated Hugh in amazement, "away! Little Jeanne gone away.

Oh no, you must be joking Du--, I beg your pardon, Monsieur Dudu." "Not at all," said Dudu.

"She _is_ away, and farther away than you or she has any notion of, even though if you went into her room you would see her little rosy face lying on the pillow.

_She_ is away." Hugh still looked puzzled, though rather less so.
"You mean that her thinking is away, I suppose," he said.