"I want to tell you," she said, "that I am sorry you are going away.

I want to tell you that I shall miss you very much." She paused and drew a long breath.

And she looked at Philip as if she was begging him to make it easier for her to go on.
Philip proceeded to make it easier.
"Will you miss me," he asked, "in the Row, where I used to wait among the trees to see you ride past?
Will you miss me at dances, where I used to hide behind the dowagers to watch you waltzing by?
Will you miss me at night, when you come home by sunrise, and I am not hiding against the railings of the Carlton Club, just to see you run across the pavement from your carriage, just to see the light on your window blind, just to see the light go out, and to know that you are sleeping ?" Helen's eyes were smiling happily.

She looked away from him.
"Did you use to do that ?" she asked.
"Every night I do that," said Philip.

"Ask the policemen! They arrested me three times." "Why ?" said Helen gently.
But Philip was not yet free to speak, so he said: "They thought I was a burglar." Helen frowned.