When you have
once heard it, life is never the same again. Then, if you do not find
friends, you will know what misery is."
They were both silent for a few minutes. A car passed them unnoticed.
Then she looked at him curiously.
"For a lawyer," she remarked, "you are a very imaginative person."
He laughed.
"Ah, well, I was talking just then of how I felt in those days. I was a
boy then, you know. I dare say I could go back now to my old rooms and
live there without a thrill."
She shook her head.
"What one has once felt," she murmured, "comes back always."
"Sometimes only the echo," he answered, "and that is weariness."
They walked for a little way in silence. Then she spoke to him in an
altered tone.
"I have heard a good deal about you during the last few weeks," she
said. "You are very much to be congratulated, they tell me. I am sure
I am very glad that you have been so fortunate."
"Thank you," he answered. "To tell you the truth, it all seems very
marvellous to me. Only a few months ago your uncle was almost my only
client of importance."
"Lord Arranmore was your father's friend though, was he not?"
"They came together abroad," he answered, "and Lord Arranmore was with
my father when he died in Canada.
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