Saturday brought no improvement of the atmosphere, but Widdowson was in his happiest mood; he cheerfully kept his promise about the concert.

As they sat together at night, his contentment overflowed in tenderness like that of the first days of marriage.
'Now, why can't we always live like this?
What have we to do with other people?
Let us be everything to each other, and forget that any one else exists.' 'I can't help thinking that's a mistake,' Monica ventured to reply.
'For one thing, if we saw more people, we should have so much more to talk about when we are alone.' 'It's better to talk about ourselves.

I shouldn't care if I never again saw any living creature but you.

You see, the old bear loves his little girl better than she loves him.' Monica was silent.
'Isn't it true?
You don't feel that my company would be enough for you ?' 'Would it be right if I ceased to care for every one else?
There are my sisters.

I ought to have asked Virginia to come to-morrow; I'm sure she thinks I neglect her, and it must be dreadful living all alone like she does.' 'Haven't they made up their mind yet about the school?
I'm sure it's the right thing for them to do.