"We all do--everybody--everybody!" Their weeping was not loud but soft.

Kathryn's girl voice had a low violin-string wail in it and was infinitely touching in its innocent love and pity.
"It's because one feels as if it _couldn't_ be true--as if he _must_ be somewhere! George--good nice George.

So good looking and happy and silly and dear! And we played and fought together when we were children.

Oh! To _kill_ George--George!" When they sat upright again with wet eyes and faces Kathryn added, "And he was only _one_! And that beautiful Donal Muir who danced with Robin at Grandmamma's party! And people actually _stared_ at them, they looked so happy and beautiful." She paused and thought a moment.

"Do you know, mamma, I couldn't help believing he would fall in love with her if he saw her often--and I wondered what Lord Coombe would think.