She looked, instead, at the quaint, unexpected, and touching thing with which she was presented--Mr.Kane's friendship.

She would have liked to have told him that she was grateful and that she, too, was his friend; but such verbal definitions as these were difficult and alien to her, as alien as discussion of her own character and its capacities.

It seemed to be claiming too much to claim a capacity for friendship.

She didn't know whether she was anybody's friend, really--as Mr.Kane would have counted friendship.

She thought him dear, she thought him good, and yet she hardly wanted him, would hardly miss him if he were not there.
He touched her, more deeply than she perhaps quite knew, and yet she seemed to have nothing for him.