she said, settling down comfortably, now that she had got him alone at last. “My dear Aunt Margot,” he replied, “I suppose it does.” “But, my dear Alain,” she said in a kindly but serious tone, leaning forward and tapping him on the knee, “why is it...
It was too much to hope that the peace that he had spoiled would return at once, but we did have some beautiful days that I love to pass through my memory. Bronwen and I were very close at that time. There was an understanding between us that arose from no words, gestures, or looks. There was a c...