"Ay, so long ago--even at Hatchstead." "We're not in Hatchstead now," said I roughly.
"No, nor even in Chelsea.

For even in Chelsea you had a kindness for me." "I have much kindness for you now." "Well, then you had more." "It is in your knowledge why now I have no more." "Yes, it's in my knowledge!" she cried.

"Yet I carried Mistress Quinton from Dover." I made no answer to that.

She sighed "Heigho," and for a moment there was silence.

But messages pass without words, and there are speechless Mercuries who carry tidings from heart to heart.