Anybody'd do that, I expect.' 'And you're sorry for me, in a way,' said Lady Maud.
'You're different, too.

You're my friend.

I suppose you're about the only one I've got, too.

We can't complain of being crowded out of doors by our friends, either of us, can we?
Besides, I shouldn't put it in that way, or call it being sorry, exactly.

It's another kind of feeling I have.