'We have got rather a long way off, Miss Buchanan.' 'That's a comfort sometimes, isn't it,' said Helen.

She took out her handkerchief and dried her eyes, drawing herself, then, into a more comfortable position against the trunk of a beech-tree.
'You'd rather I went away, wouldn't you,' said Mr.Kane; 'but let me say first that I'm very sorry to have intruded, and very sorry indeed to see that you're unhappy.' She now felt that she did not want him to go, indeed she felt that she would rather he stayed.

After the loneliness of her despair, she liked the presence of the friendly, wandering dog.

It would be comforting to have it sit down beside you and to have it thud its tail when you chanced to look at it.

Mr.Kane would not intrude, he would be a consolation.
'No, don't go,' she said.