There was no place for me anywhere.

I was neither dead nor properly alive.
"Forgive me for following you." I looked up.

Edith stood in the door of the subterranean room, regarding me smilingly, but with eyes full of sympathetic distress.
"Send me away if I am intruding on you," she said; "but we saw that you were out of spirits, and you know you promised to let me know if that were so.

You have not kept your word." I rose and came to the door, trying to smile, but making, I fancy, rather sorry work of it, for the sight of her loveliness brought home to me the more poignantly the cause of my wretchedness.
"I was feeling a little lonely, that is all," I said.

"Has it never occurred to you that my position is so much more utterly alone than any human being's ever was before that a new word is really needed to describe it ?" "Oh, you must not talk that way--you must not let yourself feel that way--you must not!" she exclaimed, with moistened eyes.