46/49 And now her grief is like that. She saves herself for it and doesn't even go through the form of seeing people much. It would be better for her, and might be so good for them, if she could let other people in." "Perhaps she's afraid of letting him out a little, of sharing him with somebody." Wilson put down his cup and looked up with vague alarm. "Dear me, it takes a woman to think of that, now! I don't, you know, think we ought to be hard on her. |