My home was among the Surrey hills you know....

It is far from here....

I cannot afford to lose a friend...." She sighed, a quaint, wistful little sigh, curiously out of place, he thought, in this exquisite mouth framed only for smiles.
"I have so few real friends," she added in a whisper, so low that he thought she had not spoken, and that the elms had sighed that pathetic phrase into his ear.
"Believe me, Lady Sue, I am neither cold nor distant," he said, almost smiling now, for the situation appeared strange indeed, that this beautiful young girl, rich, courted, surrounded by an army of sycophants, should be appealing to a poor dependent for friendship.

"I am only a little dazed ...

as any man would be who had been dreaming ...
and saw that dream vanish away...." "Dreaming ?" "Yes!--we all dream sometimes you know ...